As a teen, I had one dream: to play college basketball. I was laser-focused, training like an Olympian, with hopes of making my dream a reality. Then, out of nowhere, my world changed. On August 24, 2006, while coaching a summer camp basketball game from the bench, I slumped over, unresponsive, turning blue within minutes and taking my last agonal breaths. I was 17, and had gone into sudden cardiac arrest. A volunteer EMT, working next door gave me CPR, sustaining and saving my life while the ambulance raced to the scene. The EMTs arrived and immediately used their automated external defibrillator (AED) to restore, or “shock” my heart back into rhythm. The longer you go without being shocked, the lower your chance of survival. With no AED onsite, my chance of survival was one in a million.