Karma in the Resuscitation Room

A patient coded at 2 AM and I ran the entire resuscitation while the attending physician stood

in the corner on his phone playing Candy Crush. We got her back after twelve minutes

of compressions that left my arms shaking. When she stabilized, he stepped forward,

patted my shoulder, and told the family he personally saved her life. I stood there covered

in sweat, my scrubs soaked through, watching him accept their tearful gratitude.

The next week, that same patient woke up fully and asked for me by name.

She remembered everything. When the doctor walked in, she looked right past him and told

her family I was the angel who brought her back. His face went white. Sometimes karma