For even if the whole world believed in resurrection, little would change until we began to practice it. We can believe in CPR, but people will remain dead until someone breathes new life into them. And we can tell the world that there is life after death, but the world really seems to be wondering if there is life before death.
In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what's human and magical that still live and glow despite the times' darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it'd find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.
An innocent little human being was solely dependent on me! I took all the CPR and breastfeeding classes and learned quite a bit.
When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR-- breathing the life back into me.
And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll just take them with me. . . . Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
In the last 5 years I've been working with the LAPD, training police officers in first aid and CPR.
CPR dummy looked like him and had clearly been stabbed. Repeatedly. In the groin. He thought she might have used the dummy for target practice, and tried not to be offended. Key word: tried.
If someone accidentally ingests sodium azide, you shouldn't try to resuscitate the person because you could die, too, giving CPR. This is a highly toxic chemical.
Take some time to learn first aid and CPR. It saves lives, and it works.
CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness.
Will you get off me!" "But I'm giving you CPR-" "I will die before kissing you, Hollywood. " Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. "Don't even think about it.
