afraid to die?

[SmootSmack]

Wow Ghetto. That's quite a story. Awesome that you basically saved your niece's life by performing CPR.

This Bud's for you

[GhettoDogAllStars]

Thanks everyone. I can't take too much credit for saving her life though, and I feel really humbled when people suggest I deserve some. If it weren't for the paramedics and the hospital workers, I doubt my actions would have made any difference. Also, I don't really think I did anything special -- CPR is fairly simple. I'm not certified, I just read some things in a book before. It just happened to work. I don't consider myself a hero at all -- just very lucky. All in all, I'm just happy for my sister. Her daughter is her life, and I feel terrible when I think about how it would have affected her, if her daughter had not survived.

[Schneed10]

Originally Posted by GhettoDogAllStars

Thanks everyone. I can't take too much credit for saving her life though, and I feel really humbled when people suggest I deserve some. If it weren't for the paramedics and the hospital workers, I doubt my actions would have made any difference. Also, I don't really think I did anything special -- CPR is fairly simple. I'm not certified, I just read some things in a book before. It just happened to work. I don't consider myself a hero at all -- just very lucky. All in all, I'm just happy for my sister. Her daughter is her life, and I feel terrible when I think about how it would have affected her, if her daughter had not survived.

The docs and paramedics and nurses definitely had a hand in it, but they'd all tell you that without CPR she'd have been DOA.

It may have seemed like nothing, but bottom line is you acted. Props.

[Riggo44]

Mad props Ghetto for keeping your nephew going until help arrived. You might be surprised how many people will freak out and not act in that situation. You defiantly did a great thing.


The closest I think I have come to death is when I was little I was running around sucking on a penny. (Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.) But any way I tripped and it got lodged in my throat. While gasping for air I was able to run down the hall to my Dads studio. Because I couldn’t talk with the penny stuck in my throat I started banging on his door. All I remember is getting dizzy and my dad grabbing me by the legs and violently shaking me up side down. The penny fell to the floor and luckily I was ok. Every now and then I think of what would have happened that day if my Dad hadn’t been there to shake the penny out of my throat. It's obvious to me I would have died like a lot of other poor kids that were left alone at the wrong minute. I was probably in preschool or kindergarten at the time so I really didn’t get scared of dieing. But thinking back on it makes me thankful that I wasn't home alone and have been able to live the life I've had. It would have really sucked to die that young. I mean come on the redskins hadn’t even won a S.B yet!

[Riggo44]

On another note.

I worked as a paid call fireman for 3 years is San Luis Obispo and saw my share of fatal car accidents, overdoses and old people die. I never got used to seeing dead people I can still picture them all. While it was rewarding to give CPR or help someone out of a really bad situation there were times there was nothing we could do but just pray for them. I must say it really drove home how fragile life can be. Sometimes what may seem to be really small meaningless decisions at the time will have an everlasting impact on our lives. Not to mention the life’s of everyone around us.
I must say it’s helped me love life and most everything that comes with it. It may sound like a cliché but I try as much as I can to slow down and “smell the roses” tell family I love them our just hug my dog. Because you really never know when it might just be your last chance.

[ArtMonkDrillz]

Ghetto, that's a truly incredible story. Don't sell yourself short because you did a great thing!

I don't think I've ever been all that close to death, but I had to give myself the Heimlic maneuver a few years back. I was taking two Advils at the same time, like an idiot. They were those round chalky kind, and they got stuck together when I tried to swallow them; then they sort of turned in my throat and I couldn't breath.
I starting freaking out until I remembered what my mom once told me to do if I was choking and alone, she used to teach CPR classes but I never took one. Anyways, she said that you put both hands together on either the back of a chair or a counter top and then you sort of thrust yourself into them.
It just took one hit to dislodge the pills and I spit them out across the kitchen. It wasn't that big of a deal in the end.

I also fell over the handrail in the basement and cracked my skull on the concrete when I was 3. I'm sure I was probably pretty out of it then, but I don't remember that Thanksgiving (that's right, I ruined turkey for everyone that year).