The man next door is dying. A few weeks ago I happened to be walking by when his daughter was calling 911. I couldn t just keep walking; I asked if she needed help. Her elderly father was having heart failure and was panicking and couldn t breathe. I breathed alongside him... inhale, exhale... rinse and repeat. No idea who it helped more - me or him. I felt his kind, gentle soul. His wife was trying to collect his meds and other things for the hospital, while his daughter stayed on the line... The Man Next Door
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