When the world shrinks to one breath

Sometimes in life there are moments when everything around you ceases to matter. There is no noise from the city, no to-do list on your phone, not even your own thoughts - only you and someone else's breath, which you hold on to like a rope over an abyss. In these moments, time becomes viscous, and every inhalation and exhalation of the patient is a small victory over chaos.

In the ambulance, we often see how thin the line is between "everything will be fine" and "we're late." And it is precisely in this thin strip of time that you need to manage to enter, pushing aside fatigue, irritation and fear. Everything else can be done later - have a snack, exhale, complain. But first - save.

The world likes to remind us that we do not control everything. But we always have a choice: to be confused or to act. I choose the latter. Every time.