This is a more light-hearted sight of the man's position:
I wanted to help in any way I could, but was afraid. I had only done CPR on a dummy and couldnt figure out if it will work on a human being. Is he dead or alive? Will my CPR break his bones? Will I kill him if he is alive??
More and more questions came to my mind but most importantly, I was still too afraid.... I decided to walk away.
On my way to the washroom till I finished changing, I kept praying for the man under my breath:
'Daddy God, please save that man! Please preserve his life! Please keep His heart beating!...etc....'
When I walked pass the location again, I was so glad that the man had already sat up with the help of some helpful and brave passers by.
My boss always said that we have to thank God even for the fact that are alive and wake up every morning. I always took that for granted but I totally understand this today.
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