I almost watched a man die today. I was walking to the train station and came upon a group of men and women standing around a fallen man. Someone said he struck his head on the sidewalk when he fell.
The man’s face was turning blue and he was foaming at the mouth. He began gasping for breath. We turned him on his back. The man who had called 911 stayed on the phone, pleading with the operator to hurry the ambulance. Another man began CPR. I kept a check on his pulse. But it didn’t help. The man’s eyes went unresponsive. I checked his pulse, but there was none. The person giving CPR did so until the ambulance arrived.
The paramedics went to work on the man. After several minutes, they still couldn’t get a pulse. I stood behind them praying. God, don’t let this man die. Give him breath. Don’t let him die. You don’t want him to die. Don’t let Satan win.
It looked really bad. They shocked him several times, but he still wasn’t breathing. At least ten minutes passed. The faces of those gathered grew more concerned. I heard the lead paramedic tell the man performing CPR, “You make the call.” They shocked him one last time, and then it happened. His chest rose. The man took a breath.
I’m writing this as I’m walking to the train station, still shaken, a tear in my eye. We are all created in God’s image. Yes, that image grows very faint at times, and it’s hard to believe that we or others have the smile of God within us. But that man took a saving breath, and those who came to his aid stood by him, and I’m sure many of them were praying. The image of God will not wear off easily. The world and the devil can’t take it away.