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During the Capitol breach, I heard rioters shouting for Trump and witnessed officers in pain. I was being crushed and struggling for oxygen, thinking I might die defending the entrance. Rioters were stripping shields from officers, but I had one and stayed at the front. My family was desperately trying to reach me, and I finally let them know I was alive after giving CPR to a rioter. I arrived home at 4 AM, unable to hug my wife due to the chemicals on my uniform. Despite exhaustion and injuries, I returned to work for 15 consecutive days. Even now, over 6 months later, I'm still recovering, along with other officers.

I heard gunshots and rushed to help a man who had been shot. As an emergency physician, I provided assistance until a helicopter arrived. I was the only one who performed CPR.

A man heard someone yelling to stop and tackle another person who was running away. Without hesitation, he joined in and tackled the person. During the tackle, he noticed the person's weapon fall to the ground. He and another person held the suspect down while calling for the police. They held him for about 30 seconds until help arrived.

I shot him multiple times until he was no longer a threat. Despite being a medic with first aid training, I did not help him. The incident occurred near a hospital, but my first instinct was to flee due to the growing crowd chanting to attack me.

I was on the subway in Manhattan when a man, appearing to be on drugs, entered and began making violent threats, saying he was willing to kill and go to jail. I felt scared for myself and the other passengers, especially women and children. I acted to restrain him, not to choke him, but to prevent him from carrying out his threats. The situation lasted less than five minutes, and I was focused on keeping him under control until the police arrived. There was no video at the start because people were too afraid. I was trying to protect everyone, including the man making threats, and I hoped for police intervention.

I saw people stuck in traffic in Atlanta in the back of a budget truck. They needed help, so I made a call for them. Thankfully, the situation improved, and I am proud of not giving up on them.

I used to be a paramedic and rushed to help during 9/11. I assisted in evacuating people from the World Trade Center before the towers collapsed. Despite the chaos, I stayed to help triage victims until an explosion forced me to seek cover. Many were injured or killed in the aftermath.

I heard shots and rushed to help a man who had been shot. As an emergency physician, I provided assistance until a helicopter arrived. I performed CPR alone while waiting for evacuation.

I heard gunshots and rushed to help a man who had been shot. As an emergency physician, I provided medical assistance until a helicopter arrived. I performed CPR alone while waiting for evacuation.

An emergency call reports an attack at the Broadway Lafayette train station. A male suspect is described as aggressive and attempting to attack others. Two individuals are restraining him, and no one is injured. Witnesses recount the suspect's erratic behavior, including claiming he doesn't care about the consequences and expressing a willingness to fight. The situation escalated when the suspect charged at people, prompting bystanders to intervene. A man in a brown jacket successfully subdued the attacker, using a secure hold until help arrived. The chaotic scene drew attention from those nearby, with various accounts of the suspect's threats and actions.

I appreciate you, man. Are you okay? Please put your hands on top of the vehicle. Hold on. Put the gun down. Rescue 1068, we need assistance. Hey, Matt, walk with me. Sit down. Where's your pistol? What’s that?

There was a scary incident at Walmart with an active shooter. The shooter was a tall, young, white guy wearing an army backpack. At first, I thought he had a BB gun, but it turned out to be a long assault rifle. He started shooting after walking past me. I was trying to call 911, but couldn't get through. I'm really shaken up and scared to walk now.

I was waiting for Trump when I saw a person on a building and told officers. Shots rang out, and I helped someone with a child escape before leaving.

I've been through a roller coaster of emotions since January 6th. Some days are better than others. It's tough to see people downplay what happened that day. I experienced brutal combat and felt like I was going to die. It was overwhelming. 850 MPD officers and others risked their lives to protect the Capitol. The bravery displayed that day was nothing short of miraculous.

The train was in chaos as a young man on the floor shouted that he was willing to die and go to jail. His loud declarations drew everyone's attention. He became belligerent, and another passenger tackled him down. The situation escalated when it became clear that the young man was a threat. He appeared extremely agitated and scared everyone around him. At that moment, someone intervened by standing up, grabbing him, and forcefully bringing him to the ground to subdue him.

I was working at the White House with Vice President Cheney on 9/11. I helped evacuate him from his office and stayed with him throughout the day. The reaction of our shift was instantaneous and seamless, like a choreographed moment. It was a reminder of the importance of training. That's how we made it through that day.

I felt light-headed, almost passed out, and fell after being struck twice. I remember one hit being a rock. On the ground, I pointed my rifle at people, causing them to back off except for one. The last person charged at me, so I shot him twice as his boot hit my face. I feared being knocked out if I didn't shoot.

I heard shots, thought they were firecrackers. Someone yelled about a shooting. As an ER doctor, I helped a man with a head wound. Did CPR until the helicopter arrived. Only one person was shot. Evacuate.

The cut was so deep that when I looked at myself in the reflection of the glass panel on the tram, I could visibly tell that my nose was cut in half. That fear shouldn't be there. We should feel confident in each other. But in that moment, after I got slashed, I stood up. I said, "Stop. Don't touch her. Don't hit her." A guy came up, verbally harassing a woman. He turned that aggression toward me. When she stood up, the man threw her onto the chairs. My first reaction was, "Obtain distance. We're not here to start a brawl. We're not here to start a fight." I remember I heard a click, I looked over, I saw another man, and then I felt a swift slice on my face.

I heard gunshots and rushed to help a man who had been shot in the head. I identified myself as a doctor and provided assistance until a helicopter arrived to transport him. I performed CPR and chest compressions. There was only one victim. Evacuation was necessary.

At about 3 AM, I was with a group of friends when we were wrapping up for the night. I was walking one of my friends back to her car, and as we approached, a group of 10 guys stood across the street. When we reached the car and she began fumbling for the keys, they started shouting at us, and I quickly sensed something was off about the situation. She unlocked the car, and I rushed her into the driver's seat. She managed to close the door behind her and lock it. Just as she turned around, the group came up and ran a few feet toward us, slamming me against the car and throwing punches. I kept my hands up, trying to protect my head as best I could, and I focused on staying upright. The altercation didn’t last long because the police arrived pretty quickly, and I was fortunate to come away with a broken nose and a concussion. It could have been a lot worse. When asked if they got me to the ground, I replied that they did not; I knew that if I went down, it would get worse. So I stayed on my feet no matter what, prioritizing protection and balance. The other speaker noted that I stayed on my feet and protected my head, highlighting that I did what I could in a dangerous moment. They also acknowledged that I might have saved more than just the car, suggesting I could have saved the woman I was accompanying. I described the carjacking as not making a lot of sense because it was the cheapest car on the block, which contributed to the sense that there might have been something else going on beyond a straightforward carjacking. In closing, the other speaker offered congratulations and expressed relief that I was okay, calling me brave and lucky. The conversation ended with an affirmation of gratitude for my safety.

Heard on a cop's radio that someone was seriously injured on the roof. Asked for names from law enforcement, apologized for confusion, and thanked them.

I helped with first aid and putting out fires during the incident. The defense questioned if I would have intervened if I saw someone with a gun, but the judge deemed it irrelevant.

I don't care about the lawsuit I'm facing. I went to a home supply store to buy screws. I saw an elderly man struggling to find something, so I decided to help him. When he asked a store employee for assistance, the employee refused to help and was disrespectful. This made me angry, so I confronted the employee and forced him to help the elderly man. I asked the elderly man why he allowed the disrespect, and he said it was because of his anxiety. I believe we should not let anxiety control our lives and should stand up for ourselves. I don't regret my actions and hope others will do the same.

When bullets are fired in a stadium, people typically panic and flee, creating a stampede. However, during that incident, no one moved. The crowd, numbering in the tens of thousands, remained still, fully aware of the danger. They recognized that I was in trouble. Even in a chaotic situation, like a soccer game with a single gunshot, people usually rush for the exits. Yet, here, everyone stayed put. There was a man behind me in a black outfit and green hat who calmly observed the situation. His composure was remarkable. It was an unforgettable day, and I appreciate his presence.