My best friend John Evans had a massive heart attack a few days ago. We live 10 miles out, so the ambulance was about 25 minutes to show here. I had been giving CPR to him but nothing was working. By the time they arrived, he was gone. Actually, he was probably gone before that, but, I couldn't let it go. He was just so larger than life to me. But, he died, and it left me feeling guilty for not saving him. I tried so hard, but the life left him while I was breathing into his mouth. He was 49. Now, I ask myself Did I do it right? Did I do it hard enough? Was there something I missed? Part of me says I did my best. Part of me says I let him down. One day, I hope the answer comes to me. Thanks for listening/reading.