So, you sit around for years and years thinking, “you know, I ought to learn CPR.” Then, you finally take the course, get certified and feel like you’re ready to help the little old lady across the street, or an aging parent, or someone at church.
Or a 30-year-old, 6′3″ North Carolina highway patrolman running at the beach.
That’s what my girl did. On our first day of vacation, Aprill says “call 911, there’s a guy laying in the road” as she runs out the front door of the house. I’m running around trying to FIND the phone and by the time I get outside, she’s finishing her second round. She said to me, “take a round, I’m tired.” But the results were already there. He was breathing, and we just kept him stable until Medic arrived.
He is fine. A night in the hospital, tests, and now he’s back on the road. And I’m living with a hero.
Learn CPR. Do it sooner rather than later. I will say – knowing that there was something we could do was a good feeling.
