Some of those sirens last night were two fire engines, chalk full of firemen, in the half-block behind my neighbor.
After a long internal debate, I changed back into clothes and walked over there, despite the fact that it was ten at night. That’s when I found out that my neighbor, the fire inspector, had saved the life of an elderly man across the street from him.
The granddaughter had called on him, thinking he was the paramedic type of fire fighter. Despite not being that kind, he rushed right over, found the man with no pulse, did the Heimlich maneuver on him, and got the food out that he had choked on. I assume he did CPR, too, but I don’t know for sure.
By the time I arrived, they were closing up the trucks, and the ambulance had departed, taking the man off, now with a pulse.
It just figures that our local fire inspector is a hero. He’s a really nice neighbor, too.
September 17, 2008 at 1:34 am |
it’s so great to hear stories like that. he seems like he’s a generally nice guy as well.
and here is where i wonder WHAT IN THE WORLD you were doing wandering around at 10 o’clock at night in YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD. YOU WORRY ME, WOMAN!!