A story

Sometimes you hear something that you just have to share:

George was sitting having Thanksgiving dinner with his wife, his daughter-in-law, his son, and their 9-month-old daughter. The baby was sitting on George's wife's lap, and she was feeding the baby mashed potatoes and gravy. The baby was loving it. She grabbed with one hand at the plate and got a handful of stuffing, which promptly went into her mouth. The stuffing had big chunks of onion in it. The baby choked and stopped breathing.

George's wife pounded her on the back. Nothing happened. The baby still wasn't breathing. The daughter-in-law took the baby and pounded her on the back. Nothing happened. The baby was turning blue.

George said all he was thinking was, we're never going to make it to the hospital in time. George took the baby, turned her over, and thrust into her diaphragm while pushing on her back. The chunk of onion flew out of her mouth and she started breathing. She started crying.

George knows he saved her life. He says he thanks God for the first aid course he was required to take as a manufacturing supervisor at our company, the course that he credits with giving him the tool to save his granddaughter's life.

What an amazing story. And yet things like this happen every day. They just don't always have a happy ending. Happy Thanksgiving, George! Thank god.