Thursday, May 24, 2018

About first aid in my previous incarnation and the fight in the college


In my incarnation before the first aid in my country was given by the students, we learn in the school and in case of an accident the students of the grade after the instruction is who save the person, but my history how I get there, before live in Germany with my father, I live in England and was already in the school, and one day that was break time (hora do recreio), came two of a at least 3 years older than us to beat one of my friends, was vioIent they start giving two very violent slap on him, I get in the fight two defend him, when the school see that they would start to beat me also all the students of my age and near age start to beat them, my father in Germany get so shocked with the violence that move us me and my brother to Germany my father was from the army and not a coward, the old boys may had cowards father like them and try to revenge the sons get beat for all the children of the school so me and my older brother move to Germany. I was for years studding in Germany, we already had the first aid class, one day had a man distributing, leaflets explaining about the Alpha Male, that they was recognize since the school for beat in the others males of his age, and all the girls had tendency to had sex with them to pass the violent gene ahead, and one of my friends had the idea to we choice one to be the one that would receive the beating, I had the idea that was demoralizing to damage the cloth like push him in the floor to the cloth get dirty and knead, and suffer his hair, the school was very picky with the appearance of the cloth, in the first day was this way once in the floor one say to the boy in the floor that he was gay and he say that he wasn’t and my brother say that we want to be the alpha Males and have all the girls for us, and the boy that we push down said that he was gay, and appear the female professor, and me and my brother said that we could say a little far about what we was doing, and we start and say that the boy was gay and didn’t respect the women, and I say that we was saying to him that even his mother and the Blessed Mother was women, and the teach stretch the neck and said I see that you are playing but see if don’t get late for the class. Some months After this we was at class when came one female professor, calling us we already had the first aid lessons to help an student during we was walking she say who was and explain the situation was the boy that we had the use of beat, I separate the group, one would call my brother, two would went to the stadium he was find alone unconscious the one that want to be in the stadium was the one that choice him, and three would came with me to the infirmary, because was closed we all know that it was normally closed, my father was the one that make the door had a glass window to this situation, to be easy to be break, the one that said that would make the mouth-to-mouth ventilation was the friend that choice him to be the one to be beat; the boy had already change the colour, when me and my brother get to the place we start to make a manoeuvre that was used in the army for who have a heart-attack, sometimes in Germany who save a person with heart-attack was a soldier even with a doctor present because they know resurrection without the material of a hospital, is from the army even open the chest and use the hand if the heart don’t start with the other resurrection manoeuvre. When the male nurses came he was already resurrected, and he said that he love us. I get the decision that wouldn’t not fight in school again without a good reason I get the fame of be good boy these changes things. My father ask to we be awarded by one army condecoration an he want to give our decorations, we was accept in the army about 12 years old. And also I prove by words that were even break-down break the window of the infirmary because the salvation material had to be unobstructed and the glass window was there to this. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim

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