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<blockquote data-quote="Hollow Man" data-source="post: 74070572" data-attributes="member: 420582"><p>This really has nothing to do with your question, but it just reminded me of a funny story. </p><p></p><p>When I was a teenager, I became a cadet in our local volunteer fire department. I earned my EMT badge on my 17th birthday. </p><p></p><p>Our training officer was a former combat medic. When we would do drills, he would have a boombox and a bucket of tennis balls. So you'd be on the ground trying to assess your patient, and he'd have Immigrant Song or Ted Nugent or something loud blasting out of the boombox so you couldn't hear and he'd be throwing tennis balls at your head. Hard. And if you looked up at him, he'd scream, "Why are you looking at me? Your patient is dying! Tend your #%^$%^& patient!" and keep on throwing stuff at you. </p><p></p><p>Ah, good times. </p><p></p><p>He was a good guy. He's chew your backside, but then when he was done, he'd put his arm around your shoulder and say, "Don't worry, kid! You're gonna do great!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hollow Man, post: 74070572, member: 420582"] This really has nothing to do with your question, but it just reminded me of a funny story. When I was a teenager, I became a cadet in our local volunteer fire department. I earned my EMT badge on my 17th birthday. Our training officer was a former combat medic. When we would do drills, he would have a boombox and a bucket of tennis balls. So you'd be on the ground trying to assess your patient, and he'd have Immigrant Song or Ted Nugent or something loud blasting out of the boombox so you couldn't hear and he'd be throwing tennis balls at your head. Hard. And if you looked up at him, he'd scream, "Why are you looking at me? Your patient is dying! Tend your #%^$%^& patient!" and keep on throwing stuff at you. Ah, good times. He was a good guy. He's chew your backside, but then when he was done, he'd put his arm around your shoulder and say, "Don't worry, kid! You're gonna do great!" [/QUOTE]
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