This morning my sister Kate went to her husband's grandfather's funeral. It was already a pretty sad, emotional day for the family as the grandfather had told them, more or less, "I'm comin' Elizabeth" and meant it. This weekend he instructed his family to get the get his good suit from the cleaners. He died Sunday night.
On the walk back from the graveside ceremony,
my sister noticed a cell phone on the ground. Turns out, it belonged to the priest who officiated the funeral - who had dropped to the ground of a heart attack. The phone must have flown out of his pocket. But she didn't know this.
She heard someone call out if
there was a medical professional anyone knew CPR, and her being a trained nurse she ran over (as she tells it, "I think I scaled a stone wall in heels") and proceeded to give him old fashioned mouth to mouth. When the ambulance arrived, he was breathing and to the best of her knowledge, still very much alive.
Edited to add:
Aw crap, I forgot the best part (well, I suppose the priest not dying is the "best part" but whatever. )
My sister later called my grandmother to tell her the story. She asked her, "so you think I get a pass into heaven now , I mean I saved a PRIEST on SACRED GROUND." Man, she always has the best luck. What - was it not enough for her that she got to be the "pretty sister"?