On my Blog post dated August 5, 2010, I wrote about doing CPR on a man who went into cardiac arrest on the field at Dodger Stadium. While doing CPR, a man in civilian clothes came to me and said, "I'm a LAFD Firefighter, can I take over compressions for you?"
I didn't know who he was, or where he worked, but as I thought about what I was doing and what still needed to be done, I let him take over the compressions.
He did a great job, and it freed me up to do more for the man, now that more medical equipment had been brought to me.
As everything happened so fast that day, with people coming and going, I never knew who that off-duty Firefighter was that helped me do CPR.
Randomly, I was telling the story about that day at my new Fire Station, and wouldn't you know it, that Firefighter was working there, and in the kitchen when I was telling the story.
He turned out to be a Captain II, and he's going to retire at the end of September. Small world, isn't it?
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