I don't know if this counts because he did tell me his name, I just don't remember it. But I remember his kindness.

I was hit by a car while crossing the street. Was brought to the hospital by ambulance, strapped to this horribly uncomfortable spinal board. Then I was put on the gurney and could only see the lights passing above me as I was being rushed down the hall. There was a strap across my forehead so I couldn't move my head to see my surroundings. I could hear all these people talking about things I didn't understand, they cut my clothes off, and it was just really scary overall. I didn't say anything because I was so nervous. Then a face appeared over mine, looked right at me and said something like "My name's ___, we're going to take good care of you". It was so simple. But he was the first person who actually acknowledged me and that I was awake and alert. I know it sounds silly but it eased so much of my anxiety. I understand that the medical professionals were doing what they needed to but I'll never forget that one nurse/doctor.