I find myself wondering at times what I would do in certain situations… bad situations….dangerous situations.
I am ex-military, but I was in the Air Force. Even at that, I was a dental assistant. Sure, I had some training… some war games… but it’s a far cry from the Marines. I guess I have forgotten some of it. Or maybe there wasn’t anything to forget. Maybe I’m a fraud. Someone that slipped through the cracks without someone noticing I wasn’t really all that…
Anyway… The other day I was out shopping for Easter decorations and I heard screaming in the store. At first I wasn’t sure what I was hearing… My mind quickly ran through various scenarios. And do I want to get involved? Should I ?
I see people looking around….looking at each other. More screaming. I realize that I am walking directly towards the screaming. Not fast…not slow… purposely. I round the corner and see a woman laying on the floor and another woman kneeling by her screaming hysterically because it’s her mother and she doesn’t know what to do.
There are a couple people standing around. Nobody knows CPR… that’s what is being discussed…..Only she’s breathing.
I have my phone in my hand and I’m dialing 911. I’m passing information to them, and asking the daughter their questions. She is still hysterical. I am calm and ask her questions more loudly and firmly. She calms a little with each answer.
Her mother had a seizure, but it’s over. History of stroke. Roll her on her side.
The ambulance has arrived, and I pick up my things to resume shopping. Some of the people standing around thank me. The manager comes over to thank me.
Really what did I do? I called 911 like most five year olds can do. I remained calm and took control of the situation.
It’s not like I ran into a burning building. It’s not like someone had a gun.
I have been in situations where I was in fear for my own safety. Each time I shut down. I failed to defend myself. I hate that. I hate that I was frozen in fear.
I never thought I’d be that girl. Weak.
I don’t want to be.
Maybe this is just a tiny step towards seeing that I’m not.
Even if it’s just walking towards the screams.
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