In the midst of an all hell breaking loose shift where my admit rate was 65% I was reminded of why I chose this job. Middle age man carried in by his family unresponsive and looking like he was going to die came in. Found to be v tach. Shocked him. Woke up talking and thankful. Went to the cath lab for his stemi and had a 100% rca lesion stented. Family brought in cookies.... It's all about the cookies