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I'd like to talk about a man everybody in my hometown, Sa Đéc, simply calls Uncle Năm, although I doubt many people could tell you his full name. He's in his late fifties and runs a small shop selling rice-flour noodles near the flower village, but that's not what he's known for. About twelve years ago he bought a second-hand van, fitted it with a stretcher and an oxygen tank, and started driving sick people to hospital in Hồ Chí Minh City for free. That's a three-hour trip each way, usually in the middle of the night. I first heard about him the way most locals did, through my grandmother's gossip, and then properly when I was sixteen and my neighbour had a stroke. Somebody rang a number painted on a wall, and within fifteen minutes his van was outside. When the family tried to push an envelope of money into his hand, he said, 'Keep it for the medicine, you'll need it more than I do.' I remember that sentence because my mother repeated it for weeks. Since then he's been on provincial television a couple of times, and people now donate petrol money, so there are four vans and a rota of volunteer drivers. What I think of him is fairly simple: he's the kind of famous I actually respect. He hasn't got a huge following online and he clearly dislikes being filmed; in the one interview I've seen he kept looking at his watch. He just noticed a gap, which was that poor families couldn't afford a private ambulance, and quietly filled it. In a small town that sort of reputation spreads further than any advertisement could.