Tears streamed down my face as I pressed my hand into my best friend’s chest. The sheer terror and adrenaline alone should have done the trick. “MAKE HER BREATHE,” I shouted to my husband. His eyes held no answer. I watched him attempt mouth-to-mouth. I knew CPR too, I could have done it. I could have dialed 911, I knew the digits to press. But there I was, frozen. Strangely, I was in a state of frozen movement where your body is violently shaking and your lungs are fighting to do their job, but you aren’t moving in real-time. I … Continue reading When My Best Friend Died, My Faith Almost Did Too