I’ve done CPR more times than I can count—compressions, breaths, the whole routine burned into my muscle memory. But I never imagined I’d be the one on the ground, fading fast, until a complete stranger brought me back. When I came to, I was in the back of the second ambulance, his jacket around my shoulders, his face the first thing I saw.
I should’ve felt exposed, even broken. Instead, I felt safe. Grounded. Alive in a way that had nothing to do with oxygen. There was something in his eyes—not just concern, but connection. A kind of quiet understanding that didn’t need words. Anonymous, have you ever had someone look at you like they truly see you? Like they get it without you having to say a thing?
I can’t explain it, not fully. But something shifted in those moments after. Something real. Sometimes life doesn’t just give you a second chance—it hands it to you through someone you never saw coming. And maybe, just maybe, that’s where a new story begins.
>Soulkyn