I was shooting a Big 10 football game in 2011, and saw a gentleman in the stands who appeared to be drunk. He was standing up at his seat, weaving back and forth and kind of stumbling.
I turned the camera on him because I thought it was kind of funny. Then, all of a sudden, he just fell over. The people next to him jumped on him and started doing CPR. I stopped rolling immediately. He had had a massive heart-attack.
EMTs came and carried him out on a stretcher and put him in an ambulance.
The worst feeling in the world was watching the ambulance just sit in the tunnel for a long time, and not turn its lights on. He had already died.
It was fucking horrible, and I felt like a huge asshole for not realizing what was going on.
It still really bothers me. I’m certified in CPR now, in part because of that experience.