I'm at my high school and a teacher I never met falls on the floor. His students look really scared and another adult asks if anyone knows CPR. I was apparently certified last week so I rush up and say that I can give this man CPR. I'm about to start and do a couple of pumps and he wakes up.
He looks frightened and he's in a lot of pain. I grab his hand and tell him, "Mr. James, everything's going to be ok. Look at me, look at me!!! Just breathe.. breathe slowly. It's going to be ok."
His breathing slows down and he's ok. I've just saved this man's life. I tell him to go to the doctor's since there may be multiple reasons for why he fainted or passed out so suddenly. I even go on to tell him to get an MRI to get his brain looked at because his fainting may have blocked the oxygen from going to his brain for a couple of seconds, and those seconds could cause later brain damage [I don't even know where the heck I got THAT from!]. He thanks me.
I get up and tell his students to all go to the CPR training later that day, that I know they must have been scared, but they need to know what to do next time.
And then... I wake up.
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