Last year, August 1, 2007, I was at my parents house cooking dinner and my dad had gone out for a jog, which he usually did after work.  I finished making dinner and my dad wasn't back yet so we ate anyway because we had something to do later, and he still had not returned after we finished, so my mom and I went out driving his normal jogging path looking for him.  We were driving along and an ambulance passed us which I guess we wanted to dismiss but my mom insisted I follow it, and it stopped right at the mouth of a jogging path leading to a lake by my parents house that my dad frequently jogged around.  The EMTs jumped out and I asked if they were looking for a man in his 60's because we were looking for my dad, they didn't know they had just responded to a call and I ran down the jogging path after them where I saw them administering the defibrillators to my dad, I immediately screamed that it was my dad and several people who were gathered around came to comfort