Well today was pretty crazy. I'm in sales and was calling on one of my accounts in a rural area of my territory. Just like the rest of the nation it was a super hot day. My thermometer in my car registered 102 as the outside temp. I walked past a guy in a navy blue mini van with handicapped tags parked against the curb and saw him nodding his head and kinda jerking around but assumed that was his handicap and didn't think much of it. I went into the office and they were closed for lunch so I waited in their waiting room for awhile and played a few games of Free Cell on my laptop while "pre-call planning" :mrgreen:
After seeing my client I went out to my car to get a few supplies and the guy was still in his van, but not moving as much so I figured he was napping while waiting on someone. I dropped off my supplies to my client, went back to my car, put away my demo stuff and almost got in my car but didn't. Something told me to go check out the guy in the van. First thing I noticed was his van wasn't running. So neither was his air conditioning. When I put my face up to his side window and looked in, his head was tilted back, his mouth was gaped open, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. I banged on the window, got nothing, and yanked open his door. It was hot as an oven in there. He was dying, no question in my mind.
He was totally unresponsive. I opened up the sliding door behind him to let more heat out, ran inside the office to get them to call 911, ran back out, found his keys on the floor board, fired up his car to run the AC, and tried to wake him up. When he would briefly return to consciousness he was falling all over the drivers seat and soaked in sweat. Turns out he had been in the same office I went in, but he was there before they closed for lunch. It was 1:40pm when we called 911, so he sat in that burning hot car for at least an hour and forty minutes. I got an ice bag from the office and a cold rag, and we put them behind his neck and layed his seat back. Then all we could do was wait for rescue to arrive.
Once fire and rescue came and pulled him out of the van and into their vehicle I went about my day. I hope he made it but have my doubts by the way he looked when they put him on the stretcher. I went on a few more sales calls but I didn't sell a thing! I sure hope that old guy made it. And now I sure wish I would have paid more attention the first time I walked past his car instead of the third time. Anyway, none of us even know who he is but I bet he could benefit from running him across your beads a few times! :wink: Peace.
After seeing my client I went out to my car to get a few supplies and the guy was still in his van, but not moving as much so I figured he was napping while waiting on someone. I dropped off my supplies to my client, went back to my car, put away my demo stuff and almost got in my car but didn't. Something told me to go check out the guy in the van. First thing I noticed was his van wasn't running. So neither was his air conditioning. When I put my face up to his side window and looked in, his head was tilted back, his mouth was gaped open, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. I banged on the window, got nothing, and yanked open his door. It was hot as an oven in there. He was dying, no question in my mind.
He was totally unresponsive. I opened up the sliding door behind him to let more heat out, ran inside the office to get them to call 911, ran back out, found his keys on the floor board, fired up his car to run the AC, and tried to wake him up. When he would briefly return to consciousness he was falling all over the drivers seat and soaked in sweat. Turns out he had been in the same office I went in, but he was there before they closed for lunch. It was 1:40pm when we called 911, so he sat in that burning hot car for at least an hour and forty minutes. I got an ice bag from the office and a cold rag, and we put them behind his neck and layed his seat back. Then all we could do was wait for rescue to arrive.
Once fire and rescue came and pulled him out of the van and into their vehicle I went about my day. I hope he made it but have my doubts by the way he looked when they put him on the stretcher. I went on a few more sales calls but I didn't sell a thing! I sure hope that old guy made it. And now I sure wish I would have paid more attention the first time I walked past his car instead of the third time. Anyway, none of us even know who he is but I bet he could benefit from running him across your beads a few times! :wink: Peace.
Gary
