This sad mantra has actually worked for me over the last couple of days. Surprisingly, it didn't cause me to focus on the future. I wasn't only concerned with just surviving. Okay, I take that back. That's exactly what I was concentrating on, just surviving. My problem, if you haven't figured it out, is that I worry too much about what people think of me. One of my favourite moments in life occured when I was a lifeguard and forced to save a young man who'd sunk to the bottom of the swimming pool after suffering a minor epileptic fit. A couple of kids were supposed ot be looking out for him however, apparently at this particular moment, they hadn't. He was picked from the bottom by a patron whose girlfriend had kicked him with her foot. The pool was very crowded at the time and the summer sun was reflecting off the water making visibility very poor. I told the man to bring the boy over to the edge of the pool where I immediately began artificial respiration. He looked dead and I thought my efforts would be fruitless. As soon as I had cleared his passageway and was getting air to his lungs his lips became warm. I asked one of the other guards to take over however neither would. All told, it was about ten, fifteen, twenty minutes until the ambulance arrived. I couldn't tell how long a period of time had transpired because I was completely in the moment. Afterwards, I realized that I had rarely had so much fun. At no time during the emergency had I thought of myself or what others thought of me. I was just getting through the day.
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