When my father had is first heart attack Erev Rosh Hashanah in 1985, my mom called me from BP. I lived in Flatbush. She told me he was coughing and couldn’t stop. I told her he was having a heart attack and she should hang up and call Hatzolah. She dialed and afterwards told me that it took them as much time as it took her to get from the bedroom to the front door to let them in. They immediately stabilized him and took him to Maimonides. By the time I got to the house from Flatbush he was already in the hospital.
There is no other response team like Hatzolah. There are no other volunteers like Hatzolah members. Yasher Koach to all of you. I can’t even thank you enough for the services you have provided my family over the years. We thank Hashem for you over and over again.