Proud of my father

So, I don’t even know why I’m writing this, but I’m feeling really happy and emotional right now. Honestly, I’m also a bit envious of my father for being such an incredible person, so I thought I’d share this.

My parents are pretty religious and go to Chulkana (Khatu Shyamji Mandir) every Thursday. Yesterday was no different. On their way back, they saw a guy in his 30s who had fallen unconscious, and no one around was stepping up to help.

Without hesitation, my father took charge. He got people to perform CPR and then rushed the guy to the hospital. The man was traveling with his mom, wife, and an 8-year-old kid—they were on their way home to Yamuna Nagar after visiting Vrindavan.

After admitting the guy to the hospital, my parents stayed there, cooked food at home, and brought it back to the hospital to feed his family.

It’s honestly so heartwarming to see this level of kindness. My father inspires me to believe in humanity and be a better person, and I’m so proud of him for what he did.

P.s - later they got to know it was a heart attack