Clint Eastwood, Pebble Beach mainstay and human soul-seer, has saved another life.
It all happened at a fancy party where everybody was eating cheese. Eastwood and the Pebble Beach Pro-Am tournament director, Steve John, were enjoying a nibble when everything went horribly wrong.
John started twitching and wretching, and that was all it ook for Clint Eastwood to spring into action. Time probably slowed as he made desperate eye contact with John, their minds melding as John suddenly heard the unmistably gravelly tones of Eastwood's voice inside of his head.
"John," he must have said. "Are you all right. You look like you're dying."
"I looked in his eyes and saw that look of panic people have when they see their life passing before their eyes. It looked bad."
And he was. A wayward cheese chunk was the murderer, caught in the man's throat and stopping the passage of air. Eastwood delivered a Heimlech manuever and saved the man's life.
Imagine being in that moment, when you realize that the continuation of your very life relies solely on your ability to communicate nonverbally with Clint Eastwood.