I'm sure we all have either expirienced or feared experiencing a loved one v-ing when you are the only one who can help, yet all you can think about and all you can do is run like h3ll? Well, I've had an expirience like this, but with no actual v involved. I'll be brief... My mother and I were eating pizza sometime last summer, and she started choking on it. Instead of helping her, I had to run upstairs and lock myself away (and cry and panic and shake and so on). When she finally got the pizza to finish it's path down her throat, she scolded me as if I were a child who had just watched a beloved elderly die when I could have easily stopped it. It's a truly horrible feeling. She'll never understand what I face. I'll never be able to help. I hope most of you can relate to me!