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7 comments:
she almost died today but i saved her. she had been growing increasingly weak over the past months and she had been lying, breath shallow and slow, in her den all last week but then i went to visit fear earlier this morning and now she is
again
alive and well.
I fished a drowning kid out of our local swimming hole when I was young. But he was really small, so I threw him back. That's what my father, the fisherman, said was the right thing to do...
I got up at midnight and ate the last of the birthday cake to save my mother from feeling compelled to eat it. Wasn't I brave?
I save other’s lives every day with my example that you can live a productive life despite adversities, with my verbal encouragement that no matter what comes your way God is big enough and powerful enough to bring you through it to the other side. I offer people job information, self improvement books and groups. I offer a rescue boat very often but it is up to the person to get
You all are killing me with laughter! Very nice use of humor... Love it!
1-7-13 The One-Minute Writer prompt for today: Rescue
Late one afternoon while preparing to close up our office for the day, I heard a loud, persistent knocking outside in the hallway. Opening the door, I saw an elderly man knocking on the door of the office next door, so I told him, "I think they close at 3 p.m. on Wednesdays". Visibly upset the man sighed loudly, "Oh no! I'm John T, a patient of Dr. M's, and I can't catch my breath," he hufffed. "I couldn't get them on the phone so I thought I'd better come on over to the office." Despite the dimmed lights in the hallway, I could see John was panting like he had run up a flight or two of stairs.
I offered John a seat in our office and he accepted without hesitation. But his panting was worsening and he began to panic, pleading for help. Leaning over and meeting his gaze, I reassured him, "Everything will be all right, John. I promise. Try to relax. Be very still and try not to talk." Then walking toward the phone I explained, "I'm calling Dr. M's answering service right now."
"Hi, this is Dr. T's office. We have a patient of Dr. M's here in our office - John T - and we need to speak to Dr. M urgently. Please ask him to call us back a.s.a.p. Thank you."
"John, while we're waiting for Dr. M to call back, let's check your pulse and blood pressure." He was leaning back against the waiting room wall, eyes closed. Noting his labored breathing and pasty grey color, I quickly took John's vital signs and wrote them down.
Thankfully Dr. M. called within 5 minutes. After describing John's worsening condition to Dr. M, he told me to call an ambulance and have them take John to B.E. Hospital STAT.
The ambulance arrived in minutes and EMS quickly scooped John onto a stretcher and placed an oxygen mask over his face. But when I told the driver to take John to B.E. Hospital, he refused and said regulations required the patient be taken to the nearest Hospital.
John gasped audibly beneath his oxygen mask and pleaded, "Please don't let them take me there."
EMS and I argued, but I knew time was ticking, so I puffed up really tall, glared, put my face closer to the ambulance driver's face and bellowed, "You had better take this man to B.E. Hospital. NOW! Dr. M called and ordered that John be transported by ambulance to B.E.Emergency Room STAT. You CANNOT disobey Dr. M's orders. If you do, I will make sure that every doctor in this building finds out. "
As the EMS driver rolled J.T. toward the elevator, his last words were, " University Hospital is 5 miles closer and we're heading into Rush Hour traffic. If this man dies, it will be your responsibility."
Time passed, maybe a month, and I had forgotten the incident. One afternoon, a middle-age man came into the waiting room with a big smile on his face. "Remember me? I'm John T." He shook my hand heartily and continued, "Thank you so much. You don't know how much I appreciate you sticking your neck out that day. If EMS had taken me to that other hospital, I don't think I would have made it. You saved my life, and Dr. M thinks so, too. I just had to come by and thank you in person."
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As a teenage driver, I was getting used to driving in snow. I kept a big shovel in the back of my car for digging out when I got stuck. One time I drove past a guy who was thoroughly stuck; just pushing wouldn't help at all! Wanting to help, I turned around and parked in a nearby store's lot, then walked over to his car with my shovel. A few minutes' digging got him out, but while we worked he asked if I had helped others in similar situations. I said I had, then he asked if I knew any of them. When I said "no", he gave me the strangest look, but didn't say a word.
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