Liz Ortiz

Ten years ago I nearly lost my dad. He had come home (after what would turn out to be his final day of work) and collapsed on the floor, having what appeared to be a heart attack. My mom rushed to call 911. He had only a faint pulse when the paramedics arrived to take him to the hospital, where he would stay for 10 days. The doctor told my mom, “If you had waited five more minutes to call, he would have not had made it.” I could have lost my dad then, but I didn’t. Instead, I