When my father was 86 his doctor warned me not to call 911. He said the paramedics would break his ribs and he would die in pain.
I saw an elderly man collapse in my local hardware store. I went up to him and he had no pulse and wasn’t breathing. I opened his jacket to start CPR and noticed a large bandage under his shirt. His wife told me he had just gotten home the day before after open heart surgery. I said what the hell and started CPR anyway. The ambulance arrived about 15 minutes later and the volunteer driver said his assistant wasn’t even with the rescue squad and asked if I could continue CPR to the hospital. I said what the hell again and went along for the 10 minute ride. After we got to the hospital the ER doctor asked “who did the CPR on this guy?” I thought he was going to tell me I broke his ribs and killed him but he just said “good job, you saved this man’s life”. He was out of the hospital a week later and a friend saw him shoveling his walk about 3 months later. The real funny part: I had a brand new youth program employee with me, I had left her in the truck and when she saw the ambulance arrive she went in and said later “ I came in the hardware and saw you bending over kissing this old man”. Another thing: my arms and shoulders were sore as hell for aobut three days.