Another great conference comes to a close and the blogosphere is full of great reviews, so many that I have yet to read them all.
Some highlights for me included meeting new faces, like maddog medic and Shaolin Traumashere at meetups and in the Zoll booth.
The most inspirational moment for me came on the last day as things were winding down. It wasn’t someone inspired by our content or who writes blogs, or even someone who developed a new EMS system or program, but two sisters.
This was also the moment I realized the importance of being a person before being a blogger and how something so seemingly innocent can easily lead to disaster.
Zoll offers a CPR Challenge station so two people can do it side by side and compare their ability. As I was sipping coffee in the booth, I looked over and saw two girls barely old enough to reach the CPR set up at the station doing their best, which was as good or better than I’ve seen sometimes in the field by “experienced rescuers.”
It was inspirational! Here were 2 kids barely old enough to spell Emergency, having fun applying the basics of CPR! Forget teaching this in high schools, we need to move it forward.
Then I ruined the moment, and in an awkward way. Being the person I am, I wanted to capture this amazing moment I was witnessing. My hand went instinctively for my phone and before I knew what was happening I was framing up a photo.
Goosebumps were forming on my arms thinking about how the description of what I was seeing could be applied in so many ways to help rescuers and lay people alike take CPR seriously.
Through the viewfinder suddenly the mother of the children was sternly, and rightly, asking me who I was and why I was trying to photograph her children.
Now this moment was stained by my wanting to be a part of it. The mother’s interaction with me distracted the kids and the moment I had wanted to capture was gone and I felt like an idiot. I never did snap the photo and offered my phone to her to prove it. Apologies spilled from my mouth and I returned to the podium where my coffee was and reflected on what had just happened.
“Way to go” I thought to myself. I could have simply watched, applauded when they were finished and had a perfect memory to use when convincing schools to add CPR classes.
I let my need to capture things digitally interfere with capturing the soul and emotion of what was happening. Something that, I now know, would have been far more powerful than a picture.
The rest of the day and our entire trip home that moment sank in and I began to second guess not getting the photo.
“Perhaps if I explained why?” The little angel on my shoulder offered.
“Oh, yeah sure, tell mom you’re taking the picture to put on the internet, that’ll go smoothly,” responded the devil on the other side.
Now when I reflect on the moment that was, then was not, I realize there was quite the crowd gathering to watch what happened and I ruined it for them as well.