I once housed an ex-friend's ex-boyfriend at my place while he got his finances in order. Ex-friend had suddenly kicked him to the curb after he had sold his house to move in with her. I, in the time that they were dating, had gotten to know him, and from my own personal opinion, he was a very kind man. I knew why my ex-friend had kicked him out and when he was turning to local friends to help him out, I opened my door.
Back story in a back story. But I'm keep it short and sweet.
The ex-friend, had an abortion. The ex-boyfriend was the father, he didn't know, hell, he didn't even know that he had paid for it. Ex-friend had asked for some money from him and he forked it over. Afterwords, she kicked him out and broke up with him. Leaving him homeless.
Anyways, back to the original story. So, I'm sitting there with the ex-boyfriend one morning on the couch. We are chatting, just bullshitting. And then all of a sudden, he stops talking to me. He is just staring at me with this wild expression on his face and the next thing I know, he is screaming. And I mean, like, he is being stabbed. I didn't know what to do. I froze. I started screaming back. Then he is on the ground seizing.
I see him slump over finally silent, forming at the mouth with his eyes closed. I grab my phone and dial 911. I am frantic. I don't know if he had ate something or if this was just him dying. I am talking to dispatch and I'm begging the woman to tell me what to do while she is trying to get me to tell her my location. I get him rolled over onto his side and it is only after EMTs get to my place, get the ex-friend's ex-boyfriend into the back of the ambulance that he suddenly wakes back up. Confused.
He survived. His body had gone into shock from all the stress. I never asked for anything in turn for housing him, only that he tried to take better care of himself.
I've been placed in situations where, "maybe", me being there would have been an issues. Thankfully, I'm more concerned about the safety of those around me rather than my own.
Go down on my watch? I'm CPR certified! (Okay, I used to be... I think I could give the ole mouth to mouth if necessary, regardless, I won't leave you on the side of the road with your britches down!)