It’s Thursday, 4 July 1991, when Dr. Victor Chang climbs into his new Mercedes 500SL and pulls out of his Clontarf driveway, bound for St Vincent’s Hospital in Darlinghurst.
The pioneer heart surgeon is running late, after sharing breakfast with his wife, Ann.
“We never had breakfast together because he was always up early, had a cup of tea on the run and was out the door,” she would later tell the Sydney Morning Herald, “but on this day he sat and we were talking over a leisurely breakfast. It was so unusual for us.”
The 54-year-old eminent heart surgeon is wearing a grey suit, blue shirt, blue socks and slip on shoes. His navy and gold tie remains undone.
“At 7:30 he said goodbye and, as always, got in the car and picked up the mobile phone and we continued our conversation,” Ann Chang recalled.
Driving over the Spit Bridge, Dr. Chang almost certainly takes note of the brilliant morning rays bouncing off Middle Harbour as he weaves his way through peak hour congestion.
Despite the heavy traffic, it’s a picture-perfect Sydney winter morning.