well, let's just say, I had an interesting day yesterday.
It started to snow really heavy right before I went to work...so my mom told me I didn't have to come in. So I went back to sleep and napped most of the afternoon.
At around 2:30...I heard the neighbor kids playing in the snow, so it woke me up...and I realized I was hungry. I went to go make my lunch and heard my neighbor across the street plowing his driveway with the snowblower.
As I was waiting for my lunch to heat, I looked out the window...and there was my neighbor...plowing away.
I went back to check on my lunch...and then went back to the window. This time, my new neighbor was on all fours on the ground. At first I thought he was trying to fix the snowblower, but then I quickly realized that he had actually collapsed.
I ran to go get some shoes on...and ran outside...the guy was passed out...not breathing...but he did have a pulse. Some of the other neighbor people were out there too and one of them gave this man CPR to the best of his ability. I went inside and sat with this man's wife. I tried to calm her down with another lady...and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
Once the ambulance got there, they took him away on the streatcher. I learned later that night that he had had a heart attack and had died.
For some reason this affected me...and I didn't even know these people yet. Matter of fact, yesterday was the first day I'd really introduced myself to the lady who lived across the street. But I guess this situation really made me think