Freepr
“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.
Copyright © Joseph Szalinski | Year Posted 2021
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