While with my wife for her orthopaedics appointment and waiting fire her xray, there was a commotion in the corridor just round the corner. various thumpy noises and a man shouting 'Nurse' and 'Fight it, Dad'. hospital staff started appearing from all directions. I poked a head round the corner - there was a man about 60 lying on the floor, already with the crash trolley there and 3 or 4 people massaging his upper arms. It carried on, with more people arriving. About 10 people now. "Theres no pulse". 'Fight it, Dad' Mrs and I started praying. About 20 people next time I nosed. 'Fight it, Dad' More prayer. About 30 people now. Then a cough. A change of mood - the tension gone. More coughs. Next time I looked there were 30 spectators, rather than 30 helpers, each with that slight smile that comes from a good outcome in an awkward situation.
Basically, a man nearly died very close to me, but thanks to people who came running, he was saved and will live on. And another man will have his Dad for a few more years.
It wasn't the moment for me as an unconnected onlooker with little knowledge of what was going on to decide that it had been successful and start a round of applause. But may I do so now in this forum? Join me in a standing ovation with full whistling, to those who step in to save a life.
WELL DONE! OUTSTANDING!
RESPECT!
(This episode was an example of something that I often find, that I get emotional when people come together with a common purpose. It somehow reflects the glory of God. And this case was of course even more emotional, with it being near-death and with the son being present.)
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