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01-17-2009, 10:45 PM
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Trouble Hendling This
Wife and myself were out at a Denny's tonight when a ex employee came across the room and announced in a loud voice
"Folks...I want to thank this guy for saving my life"!....I hadn't seen this guy for a couple of years. Last time was a med emergency... I stabilized and called transport for him.....BP was 53/31...., I didn't do anything...just reacted. We'll call him 'John"....was called to the warehouse and 'John' was on floor....ashen...very slow pulse...sweating profusely....pulse was practically non existent....wanted to go home....I covered and stabilized ...best I could...had Paramedics on my cell....they transported to hospital.Held wrist and talked to him while waiting for troops.EMT's already had paddles out...expecting him to code blue! I told him firmly that "this time dude...you are going to ER". Come to find out, 'John' had a heavy meth problem and it finally caught up with him. Tonight...he looked great and swears he has straightened his life out. My problem....I have never had anyone EVER express thanks to me......guess I do not know how to accept gratitude.... Just different...couldn't do or say anything....just kinda clouded up! Dan 
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Lifes not meant to be a journey to the grave with the intentions of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thouroughly used up, totally wore out,loudly proclaiming.... WOW.....WHAT A RIDE....... Last edited by Dan Morris; 01-29-2009 at 10:47 PM. 
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