Everyone Refused to Give CPR to a Homeless Man with No Arms— I Stepped In… and the Next Morning a Red Mercedes Stopped Outside My House
I lost my husband three years ago. He was a police officer—calm, steady, the kind of man who ran toward danger. One afternoon during his lunch break, his heart stopped on a crowded street. People walked past him. Some stared. Some filmed. No one helped. A man who spent his life saving others died alone,…
