So today at lunch, I saw a man die. I was eating in the food court of our Uni's student center today when we notice a lot of people looking in a certain direction. My friend sat down and said that someone was having a seizure. So naturally, we get up to look and to see if anyone has called 911. Well suddenly the man stops moving. The University's police get there within 3min and start CPR. 1min later another policeman comes with an AED. Everyone starts backing away and looking at each other, and before you know it we can hear the police charging the unit and using it twice. 2min later Fire and Rescue arrive with a full defibrillator and begin charging it. At this point, my friends and I are looking at each other knowing the probable outcome of this scenario. EMTs arrive with another unit and in between charges they are giving the man CPR. 8 shocks later, and about 10min into the whole ordeal, a gurney arrives and they take the unresponsive man to an ambulance while doing CPR and charging the defibrillator again. Thankfully the hospital is less than .25mi away but still after that many attempts we know that the chances of survival are slim. At this point, my friends and I all decide to go take a walk to blow off the stress of what happened. I have seen death once before, but I must say that every time it happens; you get a feeling that is like no other. What this has also done is made me look back at the fragility of life. This was a man just enjoying his lunch with his friends, with no indication of what was about to happen and suddenly he is on the floor with no pulse and is not breathing. So have you witnessed anything like this and if so what was your reaction or feeling?
Its a horrifying expirience i have'nt came close to that but i have been about 2 metres away from someone being directly hit by a car walking with a friend He was hit and thrown of the bonnet his head hitting the concrete, we heard screams from around us when it happened and we just froze before running to help (we were 14 at the time) completely motionless i thought he was dead. But i completely understand were you're coming from there was a old woman who died in the cafe i work at, she was simply standing in the line and collapsed, there are a certain amount of people training to deal with situations like this anything from a scrape to a full blown emergency. The woman who had to deal with her said she went blue and had to do CPR sadly she could'nt revive her and she did'nt make it to hospital, she must have been 65 standing in line ready to pay for her lunch that day. It makes you appreciate life as a luxury in itself
Me and my GF took a CPR and First Aid training course this summer. We hope that we never have to use it. My GF used to have seizures when she was younger but hasn't had one it years. I hope she never does again.
I've had a brush with death so many times. When I was younger, I suffered from very severe asthma. The devon healthcare was useless, so my family moved to london to get better care, from a pediatrician who I can say I owe my life to. My sister once suffered an aniphylactic shock, choking her. She was about 2 mins away from brain damage, but she was treated in time. She is whiney, annoying, and a bit of a cow, but I'd rather have her like that than barely responding. My father has nearly been electrocuted twice, and my mother was once. I once saw some poor guy been resuscitated and defibrillated. Seems he survived, but had to shield my sister from the scene. didn't want her seeing that. I often think about how unlikely it is that I am here. Think about the probability. Whether my mother and father ever met, if one person said something the other didn't like, etc. , then repeat it with each member of each generation. Its truly a gift that we are here.
yeah I used to work with a guy in atlanta.. he worked at this print shop for over 20 years.. taught me some things.. remember closing up that day and saying our usual goodbyes next morning he didn't come in.. it didn't hit me that hard as I didn't really know him very well it wasn't until my grandad had died that I realized how short life is.. I was so busy working and had planned to drive up there to see him over the weekend (around 11 hour trip one way).. my sister just had a baby and he got to see her a week earlier I was down in georgia at the time.. I remember getting the news at work and I was fine with it.. I knew his health was pretty bad and we had seen each other a month earlier when I drove up- I always thought of him as indestructible.. remember grandma yelling at him because he would sneak out back with his brother to have a cigarette- he would say.. dorris if I'm going to go then I'm going to go! he was a retired locomotive engineer.. I just remember focusing on work and the more I focused.. the more it ate at me.. ah well needless to say I broke down when moved here to fresno, couldn't been here 2 weeks and one of the girls found a dead guy behind our shop downtown.. was all bloated cause it had been there for a couple of days- not something you'd want to smell either nowdays I been to a few funerals and it gets better.. last one went to was a cremation.. they stuck the body in the furnace and then everyone went home- seemed a very quick goodbye compared to lowering the casket down in the ground.. the best funerals are done by the hmong.. they go on for week+ while the body lays out on display in the best traditional clothes there's a lot of traditional ceremony done too.. my grandad had a military funeral I remember.. pretty awesome to see his buddies there dressed in uniform around the casket.. yeah life is short had an uncle I really liked too (noone else did).. he taught me that a good joke is sometimes all you need to realize your problems aren't really all that big in the scheme of things.. I still think about his ridiculous stories sometimes and laugh
Was on a press trip to Tunisia and I saw a kid, maybe 5/6 years old that had been knocked down by a car. Blood everywhere and he was missing a single shoe. His father was at the scene and utterly distraught; people were almost having to restrain him. That messed me up for a while. I've also been hit by a car and thrown a good 10-15m meters and cracked the windscreen. That wasn't fun but no broken bones or long term damage derp derp derpderp. I didn't really appreciate how lucky I was until I look back on it. **** happens, and my opinion is you've got to make the most of it while you can. If you can't right now look back and be happy with what you've achieved to date, you need to change your life while you still can.
Ouch Gooey. I am sorry that you had to deal with all of that. I know that the same thing happened in our family with my grandmother and when my grandfather saw that; he decided to update his wills and change how he wanted end of life care. When he passed, even though he did not pass away on his own terms, he was at least at peace and not in pain and I am thankful for that every day. My mother was holding him as he died telling him that it was time and that the angels were calling. He died in peace in her arms.
I watched my 17 year old brother die after we were involved in an RTA in 1989. We were riding to work on my motorcycle and we got hit by a car pulling out of a sidestreet to beat a lorry with a queue of traffic behind it.
