St John Medical Alarms Daily

When my father turned 78, he started skipping his morning walks. Not because his knees hurt more than usual, but because the thought of falling and lying there for hours terrified him. He lived alone in a quiet Christchurch suburb, and the nearest neighbour worked 9 to 5. We tried the usual solutions, a cordless phone in every room, a whistle on a lanyard, but none of them solved the core problem: if he couldn't reach a phone, he couldn't call for help. That's when I starte