A couple of days ago, I witnessed a man die. I remember making eye contact as he passed by me to get a drink of water after playing a game. The next thing, he was on the floor struggling to catch one more breath of life. I saw a him living and dying in front of my eyes. There are no words to describe what I saw.
I am writing to you because I am deeply disappointed. That night when the paramedics arrived, they strolled their way to the man on the floor. I was angry. The paramedics were the man's last hope. I felt relief when they arrived. But they showed no eagerness to do their job. They just walked. They showed me that there was no hope for the man on the floor.
I am not a doctor, or a nurse, or a paramedic, but I know the longer anybody lacks oxygen, the more damage it can cause to the body. No oxygen, no blood flow, no life. In a life-and-death situation, every second counts. It was unfortunately too late for the man on the floor.
Ever since that night I have not sleep much. I felt like I have known the man for years. At night, the images of him would keep me awake for hours. His last breath, I could still hear. It was so loud that everyone in that gym kept quiet to hear it. I am upset that I had to witness a man die. And I am mostly disappointed in my hopes that were let down.
© 2016. All Rights Reserved. | Contact Us