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The memories of that day used to haunt my dreams,
A man injured, helpless, laying on the street. My hand on his head, shirt pressed to his leg, my ear pressed against his chest pleading for his heart to continue to beat.

Listening to the gurgles where his breaths used to rise and fall with ease, now he struggles, clings to his life, I pray desperately, silently over him down on my knees. A second feels like an eternity, as I stare down at this man, waiting, his blood warm and running, his life slowly fading.

Finally help arrives, they whisk him away quickly, my heart feels heavy, as the adrenaline fades my stomach turns sickly.  I say a prayer every night for months, I analyze my actions, wondering if I did enough.  As time passes the memories of that day slowly fade, but in my dreams, that day will continue to invade.

Over one year later, a chance encounter, there he stands in front of me, walking, talking, breathing.  I stand looking into his eyes amazed, the look of shock clearly read across my face. His embrace is warm and comforting, I lay my head against his chest, tears forming.

As I stand still in his arms, feeling his warmth, my ear pressed to his chest, I listen to the sweet sounds of each heart beat, each breath rise and rest.  I am overwhelmed with joy, and I feel a connection, something more then just man and woman reaction.  
I am glad that God put me on the street that day, and allowed me to hold him and pray, and I realize now that in the midst of chaos, shock, and fear; God was with us both he felt each and every tear, and just as he was there that day, God would take our haunts, makes us friends, and he would cast all that pain away!