Assemblywoman Sandi Krenzer, D-Las Vegas, who had been traveling with him to a legislative meeting, screamed for help as passersby glanced over, then continued their scurry through the maze.

"I love you, Bob," Krenzer sobbed like a cheerleader mistakenly assigned to a public execution.

Travelers flocked like sheep in the middle of a road, bleating at the unexpected Nevada entertainment as Bob Price turned smurf purple.

Then a little girl stepped forward. To disinterested gawkers she may have looked like a fashion model fresh from the pages of Vogue or Cosmo. But she was really a waif named Roz who had watched helplessly many years before as adults tried and failed to revive another man turning blue, her daddy.

The child remembered and reached across the years. The daughter learned cardiopulmonary resuscitation when she grew up, but had never used the skill. Rosalind Clarke wasn't even supposed to be in Reno when she got her chance.

Blustery weather had frightened her mother out of flying home on schedule. The next day, they arrived at the airport a half-hour late - just in time to see a man collapse. Perhaps her father had sent her.

Heroism bursts to the surface from a reservoir deep within. Guardian angels neither think before acting nor look before leaping. Galvanized by primal fear that witnessing death will kill the witness, the chosen morph into supermen.

Rosalind Clarke would look good in a cape. Dressed in elegant clothes and sporting pixy perfect frosted hair, the slightly-built woman without hesitation attempted to inflate the lungs of a stranger twice her size. The disparity forced her to resort to double-breathing, the equivalent of sprinting while kneeling.

For a few frenzied moments on a hard airport floor, a four-lunged human entity struggled for survival. When Price revived, Roz Clarke retained little ability to speak and resorted to the thumbs-up gesture.

"I wouldn't have done it, I wouldn't have put my mouth on his," a hotel worker later told Clarke, expressing a not unfounded fear. Today, a kiss can be lethal. Last week, a child with strep throat bit a man on the hand, killing him within 24 hours.

Such detachment has spawned a new class of bystander, the actively passive. "Straighten his leg!" shouted someone in line.

"I was busy. Why didn't he come over and do it himself?" Mrs. Clarke wonders.

Assemblywoman Krenzer's screaming for a doctor finally paid off as one walked up, saw that Clarke had succeeded in reviving the victim, and promptly scampered off to his flight, refusing to even leave his name.

Last Monday, Bob Price underwent triple-bypass heart surgery at Washoe Medical Center. The night before, he had a special visitor from California.

Roz Clarke arrived to hugs and tears from the entire Price family. She brought a tiny pewter angel, pinned it to Bob Price's gown, then read a prayer she had composed on hotel stationery.

She came back "because I remembered an Indian belief that you become responsible if you save a life God wanted to take."

Roz returned to preserve a mutual triumph over death. Ironically, she fell ill at her hotel Wednesday and today lies in St. Mary's Regional Medical Center with an undetermined ailment.

She's got a lot of angels watching over her.

Say a prayer, and take care of each other.

Roz Clarke got picked and performed heroically.

Tomorrow, it could be you.

BACKGROUND ON TWO CLOSE FRIENDS


Bob Price is an electrician by trade. He has been a member of International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers Union Local 357 in Las Vegas for 42 years.

WINNING HER WINGS — Assemblyman Bob Price and his guardian angel, Rosalind Clarke of Aptos, Calif., at Washoe Medical Center. The pewter angel pin which Clarke gave Price just before his triple-bypass surgery can be seen on the pocket of his gown above Mrs. Clarke's right hand.

Bob Price inducted into the César Chávez Nevada Labor Hall of Fame Barbwire 4-3-2011

He was first elected to the Nevada State Assembly in 1974 and stands second in seniority only to Speaker Joe Dini, D-Yerington.

He is most identified as longtime chairman of the assembly taxation committee and as a strong supporter of workers rights.

He is seeking re-election this November.


Price is also known for passing out songbooks and playing his guitar on the floor of the house during the round-the-clock sessions which close every legislative session.

He has a whimsical sense of humor. When the state dedicated the "Extra-Terrestrial Highway" (State Route 375) in 1996, several members of the cast of the soon-to-be-released movie blockbuster "Independence Day" showed up.

Not to be outdone, Price donned a Darth Vader helmet and upstaged the stars.

Rosalind Clarke, 38, worked for the Santa Cruz County, Calif., Dept. of Education for 17 years.

She learned CPR while there and is now studying to become a surgical assistant.

UPDATE SINCE THE SUNDAY PAPER — Assemblyman Bob Price was discharged from Reno's Washoe Medical Center on Monday, April 6, and is convalescing in southern Nevada.

Rosalind Clarke underwent surgery at St. Mary's Regional Medical Center in Reno that same evening. She is recovering. You may send e-mail greetings to either Mr. Price or Mrs. Clarke via Andrew Barbano. You may send greetings to Mrs. Price directly.


Be well. Raise hell.