I remember being on patrol. I worked 10:00 p.m. until 6:00 a.m. most nights, except now and then, I would get caught having to work 12:00 a.m. until 8:00 a.m., which was what happened this time. As I was heading back to the barracks at 7:15 a.m. in upstate PA, which is very mountainous, I saw a a young girl, maybe 14, frantically waving me down. So, I stopped and she was trying to tell me something about her little sister left their campsite and fell into a pond and they can't get her to breathe.
I immediately exited my SUV, locked it and the girl led the way to the small pond, which was maybe 150 yards from the road. The mother had the little girl of 5 years of age lying on the ground trying to give her CPR. As she was doing that, I immediately radioed for an ambulance and a response team, then I checked for a pulse and felt that, yes, there was a pulse. At that point, I took over for the mother just as the father arrived.
I thought for sure that we had lost her because after 2 1/2 minutes had passed, I still wasn't getting a reflex from the little girl. Finally, she gagged and I was able to turn her over and gently tap on her back and then I turned her back around again to make sure that she was breathing on her own. Once I saw her chest expanding and contracting, I thought we would be OK. The EMT's arrived and transported her to the hospital.
It's always a good feeling to have a happy ending.