Could you save a person’s life?
Last night I attended CPR training, organised free of charge by Warwick District First Responders for parents at my child’s nursery.
I wasn’t actually even supposed to attend, the other half was – but he got stuck in traffic so I was left holding the baby, so to speak.
I was feeling knackered, brain fried and it was freezing outside – but feeling guilty about being a late drop out, I dragged myself out the house and pitched up.
Boy am I glad I did and I’ll tell you why.
Firstly, our trainer, Guy, had served as a paramedic for 18 years and wow – did he have some stories. Initially, his own story, bringing to life why he got into CPR training and what it’s all about. Later, a number of powerful stories about situations he’d experienced to illustrate each key practical point he was making during our CPR training.
Secondly, within minutes of walking through the door – I no longer felt knackered and brain fried (and I certainly wasn’t freezing because I was given a nice hot cup of tea). Getting out the office and doing something completely different with a group of people I had never met actually did me the world of good.
Thirdly, as a people trainer myself, I’ve always got big respect for people who hold the room. Using nothing but the power of speech and a rubber manikin Guy didn’t lose us for a second through his engaging stories, dry sense of humour and his particular style of practical demos. It was a masterclass in effective training.
Fourthly, all of us spend a certain amount of time griping about the things that frustrate us at work. Guy could have been that person too, moaning about the fact that the members of the public at every cardiac arrest job he arrived at, as a paramedic, were clueless about CPR. However, instead of moaning, Guy chose to do something about it and he started training members of the public about CPR.
Just one hour later I left that CPR training session feeling refreshed (instead of knackered), reinvigorated (instead of brain fried) and inspired to act (instead of moan) and of course, most importantly, confident that if I came across a cardiac arrest, I could have a damn good crack at saving that person’s life.
The UK public is crap at CPR (based on Guy’s 18 years of experience). We don’t understand it, we don’t move fast enough and we don’t push hard enough.
Shouldn’t we all take one hour out of life so we could try to save our child’s, husband’s, sister’s, or a complete stranger’s life if we had to? I’m glad I did.