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On Fourth of July weekend at Lake Colchuck, we awoke to six inches of snow. With freezing high winds, it was sleeting sideways. Mountains create their own weather.
Hiking out in the storm, my boyfriend and I came upon a Forest Service ranger lying beside the trail. Dressed in a wet T-shirt and shorts, she was shivering violently and gasping for air. Her mother-in-law dithered around uselessly.
“Why can’t she breathe?” I asked. “She forgot her asthma inhaler and a jacket,” her mother-in-law replied.
Quickly I gave her two puffs from my emergency asthma inhaler (always in my pack). Although the ranger could breathe, she had hypothermia. I dragged her under a tree to get out of the storm. Asked my boyfriend to boil water and shield her from onlookers.
I pulled extra clothes from my pack. She was about my size. Quickly I pulled off the ranger’s wet clothes. I dressed her in long underwear, rain pants, a turtleneck, sweater and down jacket. Made her a makeshift raincoat from a large plastic sack. Gave her my hat and gloves, since I had a hood.
Pouring hot tea down her throat, we fed her candy for energy. Although she was reviving, she was still groggy and stumbling. Two teenage boys came running up the trail.
“Do you guys have a cell phone?” I asked. “This woman is in serious medical trouble. She has hypothermia. Please run back down toward the trail head. As soon as you get a signal, call 911 and ask for an ambulance. Tell them we will meet the ambulance at the trail head in 2-1/2 hours.”
Off they went. Nice boys.
I had her mother-in-law carry my pack. Holding the ranger’s arms over our shoulders, we carefully sidestepped down the steep, rocky trail. There was a sharp drop-off on one side of the trail. The ambulance was waiting at the trail head.
“Can I get your name and address?” the mother-in-law asked as the ranger was being tended in the ambulance.
Later, I got a beautiful letter from that ranger. She returned my clothes.
“Thank you for saving my life,” she wrote. “I thought I could run up to Lake Colchuck like I do every day. I knew better than to go unprepared. I feel embarrassed to tell my work colleagues what a stupid thing I did. I will never forget your kindness.”
Photo: Lake Colchuck (6,000 feet) with Dragontail Peak (9,000 feet) behind me. August 2010.
I did so unknowingly. Years ago at an afternoon backyard party I met a man I thought was cute. I didn't talk to him much, but he ended up out that night with mutual friends and we ended up chatting, ended up chatting more at his place after and then made plans to hang out again another time. We went on a few dates over the next few weeks. I don't think it was a perfect connection, so we started to drift apart and then one day he wrote me a long email.
Apparently, he had been getting more and more depressed over the weeks before he met me. The day before we met he had purchased a gun and at the very party we met at he'd sent himself a text as a way to resolve that he'd kill himself that night. Since he and I ended up hanging out together till very late, he didn't do it. And the plans we made to hang out again changed his whole outlook. He thanked me.
We didn't end up seeing each other again after that email, but last I saw him, a year or so after that, he was doing well.
My friend and I had been out on a night on the beer, she had not long since come out of hospital after having her appendix removed and I thought it was too soon for her to be out on the town but she insisted she was ok. She was staying at my place for the night and I was the driver so I didn't have more than a couple of small beers, good job too.
We had both got in my bed and were chatting when I just got the vibe, something about the way she was looking her skin tone wasn't quite right, I asked her if she was ok she admitted to feeling a bit strange I basically forced her to get dressed and drove her to the A and E dept of the hospital in her home town, they rushed her down to surgery and pumped a pint of pus out of her stomach and removed the sponge that the surgeon had left behind, she would have died in my bed within hours if I hadn't have taken notice the bad feeling I had
At age 12, I saved my little brother, 9, when he fell through the ice. On the beach, little kids were screaming and useless.
"Are there oars underneath that rowboat?" I asked, quickly turning to Tony Salvaggio, 13, who lived there. "Yes," he replied. Tony was taller and bigger than me.
"Quick! Let's grab the boat and push it onto the ice," I said. "We can use the oars to push the boat to the hole where Lee fell in." Tony sprang into action. Off we went.
Meanwhile, Lee was weakly jumping up in the hole for a gulp of air, then sinking back under the ice. Rapidly tiring and freezing, Lee's heavy ice skates and wet jacket weighed him down.
"Tony, I'm going to lean over the edge of the boat and grab Lee," I said. "Counter-balance me, and hang onto the back of my pants. Don't let go!"
Leaning over the side of the boat, I reached underwater and grabbed Lee's jacket. Together we hauled Lee into the boat like a frozen lump.
Tony's mother called my mom. A registered nurse, Mom calmly grabbed blankets and drove five doors down to the Salvaggio's house.
At home, Mom put Lee into a hot bath. When Mom handed him a cup of cocoa, Lee's hands were shaking so hard he spilled every drop into the bath.
Here I am at age 12, with my sister Beth, 7. Echo Lake, Michigan.
And with my siblings on Lake Michigan. From the left: athletic Kathleen (me), 7, stinker Beth, 2, unathletic Lynne, 8, and hyper Lee, 5.
My nephew choked on a piece of food at thanksgiving when he was about one y.o. No one knew what to do including my brother. I had training in Heimlich. I gave some back blows and out the food came. It was a simple, not so complex, not so exciting story, but he wouldn't be here had I not been there.
As a Park Ranger I had plenty of opportunities to keep the park safe for visitors and to save lives if I was in the right place at the right time. It was 1990 in a large Forest on the Mississippi River. It was already dark, I was posting reservation signs at shelters when I saw a car sitting near the shelter. I approached the car and saw a single woman in the drivers seat crying. She was holding a revolver, I asked her what was wrong, why are you crying, are you hurt, with my eye on that gun in her lap the whole time. I stood there at the car window and talked about marriage and heart break. She was going to kill herself because he said he didn't love her anymore. After about an hour, I asked her to give me her gun and leave the park, or I would have to arrest her. She did, and drove to her mother's home. The next week she came back to get her gun. She thanked me for saving her life, saying if I hadn't come by she would have shot herself. This was the right spot, right time.
Yes, about 2,000 times. I'm not kidding. My wife was type 1 diabetes and very brittle. That means she could go from high blood sugar to very low in a short period of time. She lost the ability to realize when she was getting low. many times I told her she was getting low but she would not believe me. i spent sometimes an hour getting her to drink sweet juice. Some times she was just catatonic , just not there but still resisting my giving her juice. The diabetes came with the territory and I was with her for over 36 years until she passed 2 years ago. She passed the way she wanted to, heart just stopped. And yes, I miss her terribly.
I was a lifeguard at the lake and a small girls arm floaty got stuck under the dock and she couldn't get her arm out. Other kids didn't notice or help but I swam out to get her. I also had a saved a kid who dived in the shallow end and hit his head on the sand. He ended up with a stinger and was paralyzed for an hour or so. (Full disclosure I told the kid not to do it and he didn't listen so I wasn't very remorseful). I also saved my own life when I was choking on food. My brother and mom were in the other room watching tv and couldn't figure out what was going on. My mom flipped out and my brother was just in shock. I had to grab a chair and give myself the heimlich maneuver. After I got the food out and breath back I royally bitched at them and taught them all the heimlich maneuver and CPR right then and there lol.
Been in that situation a few times, once when I was only 15 and I was waiting for a friend and I guy came out of the house across the street with a roll of paper towel between his arms soaked in blood. He had just bought the house and the previous owners had given it a coat of paint to spruce it up before putting it on the market and they painted the old double hung windows shut. The guy had been trying to force the window open to air the place out and he wound up putting both arms through the glass resulting in very deep cuts but not spurting so he missed the arteries. My friend came outside with his girlfriend, saw the blood and vomited. The guy was really pale so I took the paper towels away and put the worst arm wounds in compression to stop the bleeding, then I got my buddy's girlfriend to do the same on the other arm which wasn't too bad and yelled at my friend to call 911. The ambulance was there in 5 minutes or so and by then the guy was fainting but they stabilized him and took him to hospital, the EMT said the guy would have bled out if he had kept the paper towels drawing out the blood from his wounds.
Another time I had a worker start coughing after he swallowed a bee that had gone into his can of coke and it stung him in the back of the throat on the way down when he took a drink. His foreman told the man to go back to work as it was his own fault for drinking a coke when it wasn't break time. I overruled the foreman as I was in charge of the site and employed his company to do work for me, drove the guy to the hospital and got him there just as his throat was closing up, a shot of adrenalin saved him although they did have to ventilate him for a bit. When I brought the worker back to the job site his foreman wanted to dock the man's wages, so I told him to either pay him for the day or pack up and get off my job site, permanently. The guy got paid but I never subcontracted work to that company again.
Had a couple, one was the usual swimming out to get someone who was swept out in a rip, then had a seizure in the water, not fun on my own I was 16. But a strange one about 10 years back. This woman was walking very close to the edge of a cliff, far too close, (I am scared of heights myself). She obviously wasn't watching where she was going and as I walked past she lost balance, somehow I managed to grab her hand as she went backwards. She gave me the nastiest look then looked behind her, started crying. She had not realised she was on the edge, just not paying attention.
I'm not real sure how to feel about this but, I saved my ex. It was in 2013. I kicked him out and moved to Denver in May. He came to Garden City and stayed with friends and after they kicked him out he stayed with my youngest son. When they kicked him out he moved to a hotel and my mother was paying for it. I was still in Denver during all of this. I fled Denver and went to my mother's in Lamar in the middle of August. After I got moved back to Lamar I came to Garden to find out what the ex was doing and if he had a job why wasn't he paying for the hotel himself. I think I made either two or three trips to Garden and discovered he had no job and had not left the hotel room since the day he checked in. He was not eating and was drinking very little.
One the next to last trip when I got back to Lamar I called Area Mental Health and they said I could have an appointment for today or tomorrow. No matter when you call you can have an appointment for today or tomorrow. So I made an appointment for tomorrow.
The next day I drove to Garden and made him get his ass out of that bed and get in the car. It took a good 30 minutes to get him up. I told him either he gets out of the bed under his own power or I'm calling an ambulance. I took him to AMH and their general assessment was he was a passive danger to himself and should be committed. He had to be admitted thru the emergency room so I took him over to the ER.
They made him go pee in a cup. It was one of the clear ones with the screw on cap. When he came out of the bathroom it looked like he had a cup of coffee!!! He was down to 115 pounds from a normal of 175. They made him spend 24 hours in a medical bed before they sent him to the Psych ward and he spent a full week in the Psych ward.
The doctor told me that if I had been just a couple of days later he wouldn't be alive.
So now the fucker stalks me.
Wow! I am impressed, seriously, I seldom encounter people truly prepared and willing to jump in to assist to such a degree. I know they are out there but often even people with training fail to step in for a variety of reasons. I won't tell stories because I have been in Emergency Services roles most of my life and take those experiences and skills where ever I go. But I love to see people step up and perform outside their usual roles. Thank You for your service, and thanks for sharing!
MY HAID DONE FROZE TO THE GROUND!
in 1978 working with the High Adventure Program out of Chattanooga TN. We had s group of inner city kids on a winter hike in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest. It had been snowing for a few days prior to our hike. The eastern facing slopes were free of snow, the trail along the ridge between Naked ground and Sttatton Meadows had at least 3 feet of snow on the trail. The smaller kids could walk on top of the snow. Fat guys like me fell through with almost every step. Snowshoes are rarely necessary in southern Appalachian hiking. The group broke camp our last morning hiking in these conditions after a 17 below zero night with sleet. After breakfast a kid starts saying he is hearing somebody yelling. I slog towards the head of our column and sure enough I hear " can you fellers give me a hand! MY HAID DONE FROZE TO THE GROUND! " but there us nobody to go with the voice. We start yelling back " Where are you?" We get "over here by the big hickory stump!"
We eventually locate Bear man Dan who had wrapped his survival blanket around him, he got out of Guns and Ammo. Melted down into the snow. His HAID was indeed froze to the ground. His body heat had warmed the snow enough to melt it then it refroze during the night and his long scraggly hair hanging out from his baklava type head gear had a giant block of snow attatched. We dug bear man out, set up a little kitchen and made him hot Tang and coffee. His story was he was looking for a lost horse it started to get dark and he wrapped up in his blanket like Linus till the storm quit. Then woke when our group came marching by. The morning was clear and cold but bright and sunny, after the nasty weather the previous night. The sun may have thawed his ice and snow casket enough for Bear man Dan to escape along with the rifle he was sleeping on. We thought he was poaching bear or wild boar.
Thought you might like that story. Pulled several people out of Rivers while guiding. My advice on CPR in water rescue situations is to be ready to get a mouth full of their lunch when they start breathing again and throw up. Wait till the person is on the river bank not floating in the river. Can't move as quickly in a fluid environment.
Had an epic rescue on the Hiwassee River at flood stage once, that saw me bitten by a copperhead trying to "salvage " a canoe that had been abandoned by one of the injured people I had in my canoe the previous day.
Nice Hat in the picture!
I had a childhood friend that was suicidal, but she later sent me a hand-written letter thanking me for always being their for her, I’ve rescued a child and a drunk man from the lake and I helped a man whose truck lost control on ice and rolled into a ditch at high speed. All but the first thanked god for my helping them.
I would like to recommend two things that through my experience will be essential survival items.
A signal mirror. That is probably the fastest way to get a SAR pilots attention on the ocean or on the land.
A space blanket. Pick something that is extremely reflective and the color doesn’t belong in the ocean or the land. International orange traffic yellow are two great colors.
Both these items are small and pack easily.
If you are out on the ocean and have a boat I would recommend that you have an international orange stripe painted along the bottom. Every white cap from 500 ft looks like a capsized boat.
My stories are somewhat odd (two of them, anyway) in that I do not specifically recall the events, but was told by others I did these things. Also, in two of the events, I do not know with 100% certainty that my personal lack of action would have resulted in the demise of the individuals, but the absolute possibility was there.
The first instance occurred when I was a kid. The family, cousins, aunts, etc., we're at the beach and my little cousin got knocked over by a wave and dragged out a ways. I pulled her out of the surf and, so I was told, rescued her from drowning.
The second instance was applying the Heimlich maneuver to my friend's small son when he choked on a piece of hard candy.
Event #3 happened when I was driving a local thoroughfare, a very busy street, and noticed a very old woman wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk in a nightgown. As I recall now, she may have actually fallen, so I stopped to see if she was okay, and she appeared to be quite disoriented. Then a truck driver stopped, and together we got her to her feet and, discussing the situation, determined that she had probably walked out of a nursing home a couple of blocks back. So, we took her there and were confirmed in our deduction.
The last instance happened late one night as I was driving down another main road in another city. As I was about to go through an intersection, I noticed to my right that there was a vehicle in the middle of the road I was crossing headed away from the road I was on. I also noted that the car was stopped on a RR track, an active one. So, I went to a place where I could park safely and check the car out. Inside, in the driver's seat, was an individual who was barely responsive to my attempts to wake him. He was either drunk, or in a diabetic episode, I cannot, with absolute certainty, looking back, say which. At any rate, I was finally able to ascertain that the person lived in a house just a short ways down the road, and returned him to his residence and a very grateful wife. Again, I cannot say positively that I saved a life in this instance, but I like to think that may have been the case.