I met Helen at a business breakfast meeting in the spring of 2009. She was vivacious, friendly, keen to make available her professional skills and a commitment to good works. Soon in the conversation, she went on to tell me about her spates of life-threatening illness and how she then wanted to raise money for a significant charity by trekking up the Inca Trail in the Peruvian Andes mountains. There was something in this woman which I thought was both ordinary and extraordinary. Ordinary, because there was nothing in her that made her appear unusual; extraordinary, precisely because despite that, her strong convictions towards the welfare of others were not brushed aside but clearly held for anyone to see. The world is poorer without Helen, and no doubt others who knew her much better than me must be still missing her. Whether or not they believe in God, I pray they read the famous poem entitled "Footprints in the sand" and imagine that someone like Helen may well have had such a conversation with God; an honest question coupled by a tender answer. This poem is how I would like to remember her, as a woman who was carried by a gentle God to a better place where there is no more death, no more sickness, no more tears. Peace. No less than that.