Firstly, let me set the scene...I am walking down the sidewalk with my DH, his uncle, and his cousin. We come upon this small crowd, a man laying in someone's yard, and another person fanning him with a ball cap. Since I was in a state where I am licensed, I ran over, identified myself, and asked what was wrong. His defibrillator had fired. I immediately took his pulse (nice and slow), and noted that he was wringing wet, he was so diaphoretic. He said that he had had the defib put in in June, and that it was the first time it had fired. He said that he felt a little sweaty and dizzy before it fired, but no c/p, nausea, or SOB. He had also just had the device interrogated, and it was working well. He did not know his settings. From what I gathered, it sounded like to me that he had lost his pulse or had an episode of Vtach or Vfib. I sat with him and watched him until EMS arrived.Now, an aside...we were coming from a football game, and it was a home game. The home team won by a very narrow margin, it was a devil of a game, so you can imagine the crowd and the mentality. I happen to be for the opposing team, and was all decked out in other-team-colors, pom-pom in my ponytail, decals on my face, earrings, whole outfit, the works. My group was for the home team. So was the poor guy on the ground.Can you imagine being in a vulnerable position like that, and seeing some other-team-color-wearing girl swooping down on you like some avenging angel? After I got to him and worked on him a minute, I hear a voice behind me say, "Well, now, isn't this a strange turn of events? I guess all of them really AREN'T that bad." (BTW, this is a BIG rivalry we're talking). After I got in the truck and thought about what it must have looked like, I laughed till I had tears rolling. But, seriously, could I have done more? DH asked later if I couldn't help him, but I didn't even have my stethoscope, much less my kit or an EKG machine. Just looking for some reassurance. Thanks.