What is Justice?

My thoughts went to my grandmother when I awoke early last summer to the shrill sound of my mother's screams. Bounding to the living room, I found my little brother lying lifelessly in the arms of my mother. He had stopped breathing and was turning blue. I refused to let this happen again. Without hesitation, I snatched him from my mother, placed him on the floor, dropped to my knees and administered CPR. Nine long minutes passed before the paramedics arrived, and during that time, I managed to keep my brother alive. The ambulance rushed him to the intensive care unit at the local hospital where he spent several weeks making a full recovery.

While I never felt responsible for my grandmother's death, I resolved at the time to learn CPR, and in doing so, embarked on a journey that would shape my career interests and save my brother's life. In sharing the story of my younger brother's cardiac arrest and near death, I learned that many people in my community lacked the training and emer...