Six years ago, my grandmother suffered a sudden heart attack. With no knowledge of CPR, I called 9-1-1 and waited powerlessly for the paramedics to arrive. She died in the living room while I waited. I was the only person home at the time.
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Six years ago, my grandmother suffered a sudden heart attack. With no knowledge of CPR, I called 9-1-1 and waited powerlessly for the paramedics to arrive. She died in the living room while I waited. I was the only person home at the time. My thoughts went to my grandmother when I awoke early last summer to the shrill sound of my mother's screams. Bounding to the living room, I found my little brother lying lifelessly in the arms of my mother. He had stopped breathing and was turning blue. I refused to let this happen again. Without hesitation, I snatched him from my mother, placed him on the floor, dropped to my knees and administered CPR. Nine long minutes passed before the paramedics arrived, and during that time, I managed to keep my brother alive. The ambulance rushed him to the intensive care unit at the local hospital...


