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“CPR is only done to dead people,” or, at least, I was taught that in an oddly-lit conference room at a local EMS center. The instructor would’ve had to have used me as a real example if the course took any longer. I showed all the tell tale signs: -unresponsive -no pulse -no breathing After a grueling three hours, and more info than I cared to learn, or more fake babies stuffed inside cases like laundered money or rented school instruments than I cared to see, my classmates and I “graduated” CPR class! Only one stipulation… a fee— I had no idea I’d be charged. Work would’ve reimbursed me, but that would’ve been too much of a hassle. Instead, I sat quietly, amongst the chattering fitness dorks, as our cards were being printed, knowing full well the pile of cash he swept into his envelope was a little light.

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