Essays on Death and Suicide - Witnessing Death :: Personal Narrative Writing

Personal Narrative- Witnessing DeathI witnessed the death of a man, to daylight. His name was Daniel. He was painting the house next to us. He was on the top couple rungs of the ladder when it folded under him. It was a cheap ladder. Corroded aluminum.I am pay in the line of sight on the back porch of our house I hear the ladder starting to collapse, and see him hit the ground. At first I call out to him. He doesnt respond. I guess I should have called 911 then. I dont. I run over to him.Hes barely conscious. I ask him if he is ok, and he cant form any words. Hes moving around his left arm, as if searching for something on the ground. I remember that he has glasses, and then see them put 5 feet away on the grass. I put them on him. One of the legs of the glasses had snapped off, so they dont go on straight.I get my mom. When she gets there, she asks him what is his name. Daniel, he wheezes out. She asks him what day it is, but his eyes glaze over, and he loses consciousness. She go es in and calls 911. When she comes back out, she tells us that theyre on their way. Then she just stands there waiting next to him, and I pattern next to him with my hand on his shoulder. Hes convulsing, and he gasps. I can feel his body tensing up under my fingers. I let go. He is foaming at the mouth. We talk to him, saying stuff like, Itll be ok, the ambulance is on its way. and, Just hold on, Mr. Daniel, hold on, till the ambulance gets here. Hes still for 20 or 30 seconds at a time, not even breathing, it seems like. Then he convulses gently. Each time he convulses, I feel myself sighing in relief, that he hasnt gone yet. It is more serious than I had thought at first.He was still alive when the paramedics finally got there. But (the fireman said later) he stopped breathing and his heart stopped overcome as they stood over him, checking his pulse. They did CPR on him, right there on Ms. Lucys lawn, and a few minutes later, they loaded him onto the ambulance.I say to the fire man, How is he? Is he alive?