Here's the story.
I work at the Port of Oakland, amidst thousands of trucks, containers, longshoremen, ships and traffic. It's a hectic place, and is often dangerous. My job includes first response to emergencies and public safety issues.
Two months ago I was flagged down by a trucker, who claimed that another trucker was injured badly, on the ground, bleeding from the head and unconscious. I ran to where the trucker laid on the roadway and found the trucker had no pulse or respiration, had a fractured eye socket with his eye prolapsed outward, a nasty laceration that went from his right eyebrow to his hairline, and a skull fracture on the back of his head about the size of the end of a soda can that was oozing gray matter. The trucker was locking down a 50,000 pound container onto his chassis with a metal cheater bar, and when the container fell into place, the bar had hit him in the face. When he fell backward onto the roadway, he fractured the back of his skull.
I called for an ambulance and for my team to come with a medical trauma kit. My team arrived in about three minutes, but in the meantime, I brought the trucker back with CPR and applied pressure to his head wounds. When my team arrived, we used gauze and clotting agents to control the extensive bleeding. The thirteen minutes for the ambulance to arrive seemed like a lifetime. The ambulance scooped up the trucker and rushed him away to the hospital.
A follow up call to the hospital the next morning revealed he made it through the night. I have not been able to learn anything more about him since. He's been on my mind every time I pass that part of the Port, and I've Googled his name fifty times to see if there is a report about it, or, worse, an obituary. The fact I haven't seen an obit for him has been my only reassurance he made it.
Why I'm posting this.
Today, I stopped by a taco truck in the Port. A trucker spotted me and approached me asking if I remembered him. I told him yes. This was Herbert, the trucker who flagged me down to help his friend German. Herbert told me that German spent two weeks in the hospital, one of which was in a coma, and then went home to recover from his injuries. He said German has recovered and is healthy enough to return to work, and should be back soon.
He thanked me profusely for "staying calm and saving German's life."
This choked me up. I don't think I did anything out of the ordinary for me. I just got involved and used the training I've been given. If anything, I just gave German a fighting chance. He's the one who battled his way back from death. I'm solemnly humbled about it.
We, as riders, tend to be the ones who go out and get involved in stuff. If I can ask you guys, the MV family for one thing... Please brush up on CPR training and basic first aid. CPR works.
https://depts.washington.edu/learncpr/quickcpr.html
Thanks for taking this in.Steve H/B
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