Yes, saved my own father 3 times via CPR during heart attack episodes. I was advised by his doctors he was terminal, and a 6th heart attack in the middle of the night while I slept finally killed him.
I also saved my youngest son from drowning. That makes a story in itself, since I had woken up from a nightmare about him drowning the night before, while sleeping with my BF. Next day I went to see his mother, disturbed by that dream, and they were in fact swimming at a pool. While talking poolside with her I realized I couldn't see him in the water. He had slipped into the deep water beneath the safety ropes, and I dove in and brought him to the surface gasping. My nightmare had become reality, just as I had foreseen. Very spooky.
I dragged a fellow soldier out of a burning armored personnel carrier (APC) just before it exploded and went up in flames. I saw it disabled & smoking along the side of the road while passing in my jeep, and realized the danger the driver was in, who was refusing to get out. I climbed aboard and grabbed him by the collar and physically yanked him out of the hatch, seconds before an explosion that singed us both.
When I was an Army Motor Sergeant my motor pool building caught fire, while some civilian contractors were painting it. I rushed inside and dragged out 2 of my mechanics who had become overcome with smoke, and put them in the care of others. Then I went back in and drove out an APC, while flaming debris crashed all around me, ordering panicked soldiers to ground-guide me backwards.
I had a line of trucks next to the building that were going to be engulfed by the flames. They were backed against a chainlink fence, their steering wheels chained and padlocked per our standard procedure, the keys inside my office already on fire. I commandeered as many soldiers as I could, and ordered them to get into the trucks and drive them straight backwards over the fence, flattening it, to get them away from the fire.
Seconds later that end of the motor pool building exploded in a great fireball, where our acetylene welding tanks were stored. I consider that the bravest and most resourceful episode of my life, and yet I was never officially recognized for it, got no medal, nothing at all. Such is how these things often happen.