Little Guy Goes to Class

Little Guy and Sunshine rode with Mama down to the Senior Center. Mr. John was teaching a CPR class and they were invited to go. Mama goes every year but this was the first time Little Guy and Sunshine got to go. Mama said it was important.

Little Guy and Sunshine knew quite a few people who were there. They got lots of neck hugs. One lady hugged Little Guy really tight. It almost hurt. Sunshine laughed. Little Guy didn't think it was funny.

Mr. John is with the Battens Volunteer Fire Department. He is really smart. He has to be. He and his wife have five teenagers at home.

Mr. John said it is really important to know what to do if someone collapses and isn't breathing. They could die unless someone helps them. Little Guy doesn't want anyone to die, especially his Mama. He was going to pay close attention to everything Mr. John said.

Mr. John showed everyone how to find the proper place on someone's chest to start hand compressions. He even showed them how to push down correctly. Adults like Mama require double-hand compressions. Small people like Little Guy only need a single-hand compression. Sunshine is an adolescent. She could use either one.

Mr. John played a video. The lady on the video did 30 compressions, then two breaths. Then 30 compressions, then two breaths. One and two and three. Little Guy practiced in his mind over and over. He wanted to get it right. Just in case.

After the video, Little Guy and the others got to practice on dummies. It was really hard work. Then Mr. John brought out the baby dummy. Little Guy wanted to cry. He didn't want to think of a baby ever needing CPR. He practiced anyway.

After they were done, Mama filled out paperwork. Little Guy, Sunshine and Mama will get official cards to show they completed the training. Little Guy didn't say anything on the way home. He wanted to think about everything he'd learned. He was really glad he went with Mama to the class. CPR is something everyone should learn to do.

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