Not a story about a radio

If I were a radio salesman, this is a story I’d tell:

“My name is Tibandiba Lankonade and my daughter is called Mariéta. Three years ago my wife let Mariéta sleep outside while she went to work in the fields. When she came back Mariéta had a high fever. 

I consulted traditional healers and spent most of my money on traditional remedies and medicine bought at the market. But nothing worked and on the sixth day she fell into a coma. 

That night a neighbor came to visit and he was listening to his portable radio. That's when I heard a message on the radio explaining how to recognize the symptoms for malaria in children and saying that parents should take them immediately to the health centre. 

As soon as I heard it I took her straight to the health centre. 

They told me she has severe malaria. 

They treated her and after a week she recovered. After we got back from the health centre the first thing I did was buy a radio. Since then the radio and I have been inseparable. My daughter is now four. Everyone calls her “the child of the radio.” If I hadn’t heard the radio message she wouldn’t be alive today.”

After reading this story I tried to figure out which hurt more. 

Mariéta’s severe case of malaria, or the fact that her father didn’t know there was a cure?

and..

Which felt better, knowing there was a cure, or having your neighbor there when you need them most?