The reward of the world is ungratefulness... (How do you put this correctly in english anyway)
Some years back, I was in a merry crowd of the company where my wife worked and we were drinking and frequently toasting with a group of Finnish people. The location: Vilnius in Lithuania. Anyway, everyone was somewhat drunk and to my surprize, most more than me.
So, the Finnish (3 women, one man, he was probably about 60 or so) prepared for departure, and the guy suddenly went rolleyes and collapsed on the floor. Nobody seemed to care, so I went and checked on the guy. He had a pulse, but very very slow, and he was not breathing at all. One minute past, and no breathing, I decided to take action, - either get him breathing by shock (In the farming this is something you learn when you have nursed hundreds of calving cows)...or if necessary, "the kiss of life"
I twisted his ears and so on, which is quite a harmless pain barrier issue, but of no result. Then I smacked him on his cheeks. Slap slap. This is normally what you do to a calf that doesn't "boot up" after birth. And PRESTO! The guy gulped air and came to his senses. Looked at me and was breathing.
Happily, I helped him on his wobbly feet together with some part of the crowd that were slowly coming to their senses. And what next? He punched me from point blank, straight on the nose!!! Of course he was in no condition to fight me, but the exchange there is so sad. I saved his life and he gave me a bloody nose