Kristin and I were at the beach today and the waves were really rough. We went in to the shallows briefly and I was riding waves in like a little kid, until one of them flipped me and I hurt my left arm. Seem to have pulled one of my shoulder muscles. In any case, we went back to our little hut to read and for me to complain about my shoulder when we saw a guy running back to the beach with a circular orange floater (what’s the word for these? escapes me now). We watched and then we noticed Thyra’s (the bride) sister Margaret (who is a nurse) sprinting across the beach.

We walk over to see her giving CPR to a guy who has turned slightly bluish. Evidently, he had swam out pretty far and got stuck. Several people had been trying to get him back in by throwing him lines, etc for about 20 minutes. When they finally managed to get him to shore he was passed out. Margaret and another guy were working together administering CPR for a good 15 minutes as they waited for someone to come to help. Evidently the guy still had a light pulse, but wasn’t breathing on his own. Finally a little truck from the club came down with a guy with a little medic pack, and we thought he had paddles and was going to zap him and then drive him off. We walked away, but then noticed more people from our party headed out to the same spot. We headed back over to find Margaret still giving CPR.

They lost him just as the ambulance was pulling up and she walked away in tears. His wife had been standing there crying for the first bit of the CPR but then was walked away by someone else.

Can you imagine going on vacation and losing your husband? So sad…

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