Kaycee
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Sunday, December 19, 2004 Part 1
Whenever I am at WDW, I like to completely immerse myself in the magic. I stay onsite, I use only Disney transportation, and I dont leave WDW property from the time I arrive until the time I go home. But as much as Id like to think otherwise, real life, and death, happen even at WDW.
On Sunday morning, Helen and I were walking along the Boardwalk on our way to Epcot. As we crossed the bridge at the end of the Boardwalk, we came to a group of people gathered around a man who had collapsed while he was jogging. I stopped to see if I could help. Of the group of about 15 people who had stopped, three of us were nurses. Two Disney security CMs were there and they had radioed for paramedics. When I first arrived, the man had a faint pulse and he was breathing, although not very well. As we waited for the paramedics to arrive, we lost his pulse and he stopped breathing so we started CPR. We did CPR until the paramedics arrived. I found out later that the man died.
He didnt have any identification on him, so we didnt know who he was, if he was there with family or friends, or if he was there for a convention (the Swan and Dolphin are big convention hotels right off the Boardwalk). He was wearing a wedding band, but we didnt know anything else about him. It was very, very sad. I kept thinking that his family might be waiting in the hotel room for him to come back from his morning run, or that they would be getting a phone call later that day telling them what had happened. I have thought about this man many, many times since that morning. My prayers are with his family and friends.
After the paramedics arrived, I was standing to the side with Julie, the nurse who had done chest compressions while I did the breathing. I noticed she had on an Eastern Kentucky University sweatshirt (I was wearing a University of Kentucky sweatshirt). We started talking and realized that we had working in the same place, the operating room at the University of Kentucky, just a couple of years apart. We had worked with a lot of the same people and had several friends in common. It was one of those small-world moments, although I wish I couldve met her under different circumstances.
I dont want to go into a description of the rest of my day at Epcot after telling about this very sad event, so I am going to do a part 2 instead.
Whenever I am at WDW, I like to completely immerse myself in the magic. I stay onsite, I use only Disney transportation, and I dont leave WDW property from the time I arrive until the time I go home. But as much as Id like to think otherwise, real life, and death, happen even at WDW.
On Sunday morning, Helen and I were walking along the Boardwalk on our way to Epcot. As we crossed the bridge at the end of the Boardwalk, we came to a group of people gathered around a man who had collapsed while he was jogging. I stopped to see if I could help. Of the group of about 15 people who had stopped, three of us were nurses. Two Disney security CMs were there and they had radioed for paramedics. When I first arrived, the man had a faint pulse and he was breathing, although not very well. As we waited for the paramedics to arrive, we lost his pulse and he stopped breathing so we started CPR. We did CPR until the paramedics arrived. I found out later that the man died.
He didnt have any identification on him, so we didnt know who he was, if he was there with family or friends, or if he was there for a convention (the Swan and Dolphin are big convention hotels right off the Boardwalk). He was wearing a wedding band, but we didnt know anything else about him. It was very, very sad. I kept thinking that his family might be waiting in the hotel room for him to come back from his morning run, or that they would be getting a phone call later that day telling them what had happened. I have thought about this man many, many times since that morning. My prayers are with his family and friends.
After the paramedics arrived, I was standing to the side with Julie, the nurse who had done chest compressions while I did the breathing. I noticed she had on an Eastern Kentucky University sweatshirt (I was wearing a University of Kentucky sweatshirt). We started talking and realized that we had working in the same place, the operating room at the University of Kentucky, just a couple of years apart. We had worked with a lot of the same people and had several friends in common. It was one of those small-world moments, although I wish I couldve met her under different circumstances.
I dont want to go into a description of the rest of my day at Epcot after telling about this very sad event, so I am going to do a part 2 instead.
