
The man seated in the middle of this photo is Commodore Roger Boyce who we cared for several months ago following a motorcycle accident.
He sustained closed head injuries, bi-lateral pneumothorax, 12 fractured ribs and a fractured clavicle. The helicopter crew slid him across onto our resuscitation bed like a large broken pizza.
I was privileged to be a part of the resuscitation team that danced all over Commodore Boyce that night. And when we were finished with him, there was a whole lot of others queued to dance on him a whole lot more.
We put him back together. But we did not save his life. That happened much earlier.
Shortly after his accident, two girls stumbled upon the scene to find the Commodore crumpled, and cyanosed with an obstructed airway. Fortuitously these girls had completed a First Aid course and were able to safely open his airway and perform basic life support until help arrived. A simple act that gave him back to his family.
Had they been a few minutes further away or had they not known exactly what needed to be done, he would be dead.
Every year hundreds of average people, mumbling along, minding their own business, find themselves suddenly thrust into a situation where they stand across the intersection between another persons life and their death. The ultimate challenge slapped across their cheeks. Quick. Do you know what needs to be done?.
Clearing an airway, performing CPR, stopping bleeding. All simple things that anyone can easily learn. Simple things that may save a life.