I was staying at a friends place for a few weeks and was having dinner with them when the ladies husband took a funny turn. The lady said "Oh my god he's having a heart attack!" My gut feeling was he was choking so I rushed around and gave his stomach a bear hug from behind. He spat out a piece of steak clear across the room. So my gut instinct saved his life. He bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels and we drunk it the next night. So it was a very happy ending except for his sore stomach due to my exuberant bear hug.