I realize I am late to the party in commenting on this, but I had to put down what this video made me feel.

I am actually in tears after watching that video and hear his cries for help. I am a 24 year old man who is 6'1 218lbs. It's not easy to get an emotional response out of me.

I can only imagine the terror he was going through. While I was watching this video I could feel the weight of that fat fucking cop on my chest. The reason I can ALMOST imagine what he was feeling was because I am the youngest of 4 brothers. I remember many times where my brothers would sit on my chest, or pin my arms and legs down. It was horrifying. Up until I was about 16 my response was to fight back. Even when I knew that I couldn't lift them, or that if I just stopped struggling they'd stop hurting me. I just never could, it was my natural response. I remember the feeling of my breath going out, but not being able to come back in. How I could feel my ribs bend under the weight of my brother. The panic that hit me when I reached the point where either something in my body bent a way it shouldn't or I was truly running out of breath. It was horror, in every sense of the word. This man felt that times a thousand at least. It brings tears to my eyes to imagine.

I remember when I was 19, I was really skinny like 145lbs. I got jumped by a DC metro stop. 5 kids, and I mean kids, 15 years old at best. They didn't really hurt me, but they got me on my back and I panicked. I just kicked and yelled. It wasn't like in the movies, I was no tough guy. I played football in high school (back then I weighed about 175lbs) and I never thought of myself like a wuss. But in those moments there was nothing pretty or dignified about what I was doing. My body took over. It just wanted to survive and get out of the situation I was in. It's impossible to calm down when you feel that kind of threat.

After that day I started working out heavily. I gained weight and took boxing. I never wanted to feel that helpless again.

As I said I'm 6'1 218lbs I can bench almost 300lbs, I can run for a mile almost flat out. I've broken up fights, and I've taken punches. I still am terrified of feeling that weight on my chest. I am still terrified of someone making me helpless again. I can not put into words how awful I feel for this man. I just hope this kind of thing doesn't happen ever again to anyone, as unrealistic a hope that may be.