It's Hard to Save Another Person's Life Without Saving Your Own

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The elderly gentleman in the driver’s seat was looking at me with helplessness and confusion after I asked him to roll down the window of his rusty orange pick-up truck.

That’s when I realized he was having a stroke.

We’d both been sitting in our vehicles while my son and the man’s grandson were playing skate hockey in a local park. I’d chatted with Doyl…