“Myra cried. “Oh, my God! Randy!” She stood frozen in shock, the Hendersons flanking her. Wordlessly, Taylor rolled Randy over onto his back. I knelt and felt his neck for a pulse, but my hands were shaking so badly, I couldn’t trust my judgment. Other than my nursing stint at my mother’s bedside, I knew nothing about medical care or first aid. “He’s not breathing,” I told Taylor. “Do you know CPR?” He said, “Yeah,” and tilted Randy’s head into position. “I’ll call nine-one-one,” I said, rising ...and dodging past Debbie, Carl, and Myra, who merely gaped mutely at Randy with ashen faces. I sprinted downstairs, grabbed the phone in the kitchen, and dialed. I told the dispatcher what had happened and gave her the Hendersons’ address. She told me to stay on the line till the paramedics arrived, but I insisted that I needed to tend to Randy myself, which felt true in spirit; I couldn’t stand being downstairs on the phone while a man was clinging to his life just a short distance away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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