HailYeah Posted February 16, 2006 Share Posted February 16, 2006 This was inspired by the "What's the scaredest you've ever been?" thread. Here's my story: First just a little background. This was the summer after my freshmen year in college. I didn't want a summer job that was too demanding so I decided to lifeguard at my old elementry school. I wasn't too excited about the new CPR regulations that required lifeguards to get their certifications renewed every year. Not that I didn't think it was a good idea, but I got certified my senior year of high school so I thought I still had a good grasp of it and considered myself able to perform CPR. Well, the training day was a bit of wake up call. Not only did I realize that I am not as good of a swimmer as I thought (500m was about 400m more than I had ever swam at one time in my life) but let's just say I was damn glad I freshened up on my CPR before lifeguarding for 50 little kids at a time. Later that night, I get home and my dad tells me that our dog of 12 years is sick and they had to take him to the animal hospital. Well, this bums me out cause I knew he was getting old but I seriously loved that dog. To make it worse, when I got to the animal hospital my mom was waiting for me and she said the vet told her it was best to put him down that night. At this point, I'm completely distrought. So I say good bye to my dog and go wait in the car for my mom to come out. This was in Springfield, VA near Old Keene Mill Rd. which is a pretty busy street. My mom and I are driving, not really saying much, just upset. My mind is spinning with memories. Up ahead we see some commotion, a group of 5 five or six people standing in a circle in the middle of the road. I jump out of the car and run up to the group. On the street in the middle of them is a guy on his stomach, in a very awkward position, his cheek on the pavement, his butt kind of up in the air. He's convulsing, there's a lot of blood. Then I see his leg, it was gruesome. I'll just say his leg was clearly broken and leave it at that. The people are shouting at each, other, "he just came out of nowhere!!!...I didn't see him!!....Is he breathing?..." One guy is already on the line with 911, he says, "ok, ok, everybody calm down. does anybody here know CPR?" Of course I say, "I do." I grab the phone and the 911 operator tells me to see if he's breathing, ect. He is breathing but not normally and I'm pretty sure something is stuck in his air passage. They say to do a mouth sweep which I do, trying not to move his head at all, and I get what appears to be chewing tobacco out of his mouth. But I tell them I don't want to move him cause I'm afraid about his neck. They say ok. He seems to be breathing normally now. Soon the paramedics get there and take him off. They give me this anti-bacterial foam to get the blood off my arms and face. I'm gald I didn't have to do CPR because first I would have had to turn him over with other people who wouldn't know what they're doing. I don't feel like I saved his life, but I do feel like if I hadn't been there it would have been worse, and possibly some one would have paralyzed him if not killed him. If I hadn't taken the CPR class that morning, maybe I would have killed him because I thought I knew more than I actually did. Regardless, this was one crazy day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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