When I was about two to three years old (I don’t personally remember this being so young), but I was running from the kitchen to the living room, from my mom to my dad. At one point, I ran straight into my big plastic rocking seal. It knocked me out, and I stopped breathing. My parents ran to my aid and called 911. We lived in very rural New Hampshire, so an ambulance would never have gotten there on time. While on the phone with 911, my dad began administering child CPR.
After a minute or two, I finally breathed again. My mom said my lips had started to become purple, and she was in complete shock. When I was finally breathing again, I was perfectly fine. The doctors said I was lucky to be completely fine and that it was so important that my dad had remembered child CPR.
I thank God that He helped me that day.
Emily S.