We had a testimony meeting today in Church. Anyone can go up to the pulpit and share their testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. It was the usual type meeting with moving testimonies and touching experiences. The last person up was nearly finished when she paused and pointed to the back pew. At first most people had no idea what was going one, but when the doctors and nurses in the congregation quickly went to the back, we all started turning in our seats. An elder gentelman, Cecil T_ had been gasping for breath, and a nurse nearby had him lay down.
This is a tribute to the talents available. Two doctors and three nurses were at his side in seconds to take care of him. The doctor had his wife retrieve his medical bag from the car as they checked him over. Two or three cell phones were out and faster than I would have believed it, the EMTs had arrived. Cecil, though looking like he'd been drawn through a knothole, was awake and talking to the medical personnel as they wheeled the stretcher out.
The member doctor who attended him first told me that he thought Cecil had a stroke. He said there seemed to be some problems with his right side, but we haven't heard anything official yet.
Dejavu'. Back in the 70's, another friend, Glenn M_, passed out in Church and hit his head on the pew in front of him. Untrained individuals back then were seeing about him, trying to make sure he didn't swallow his tongue. He obligingly bit one of them. If no one is around, I'll help, but I also know when to stay out of the way.
See you on down the trail,