On the edge — where life says “it’s too early”

I’m not one of those who believes in signs. But sometimes moments are too precise to be accidental.

Departure. A man over 40. Heart attack. Panic, screams, a wife with blood on her hands from an attempt at cardiac massage, neighbors with smartphones like torches. And I’m in between.

Hands act automatically. Catheter, oxygen, adrenaline. The team nearby is coordinated to the second. Everything seems to be according to plan — but the heart is silent. And then it is: a phrase that cannot be forgotten.

— Please… don’t take him. I haven’t said everything yet.

And that’s it. Not a single device louder than this request.

He came back. Spontaneously, abruptly, as if something really stopped him. We are going to intensive care, he is breathing, she is holding his hand, and I am thinking — not about medicine. But about love.

About how in a world where we try to “get something done” every second, sometimes one sincere word is more important than a ton of medicine. We save people physically, but feelings save them more often.

So if you want to say something, say it. If you want to hug someone, hug them.
Maybe you are that “sign” that someone is clinging to in order to come back.