My quiet Sunday mid-afternoon nap was interrupted by people, scads of them, descending on my home. The bulletins on the doors announced Wilderness Advanced First Aid training, at the time it all seemed innocent enough.
My first eight lives could not have prepared me for the horrors of the ensuing days.
It started like your typical gathering: There was food, laughter, excitement, and the promise of better days to come.
It wasn’t more than four hours into the first day until human breath animated a doll.
Picture 1 (jen amongst CPR dummies)
That evening a pig’s lungs completely separated from its host began breathing on their own.
Picture 2 (wild bill intubating lungs)
I was able to pass that first day off as nothing but catnip induced hallucinations, and to my relief everything returned to normal.
But like any horror movie connoisseur could tell you, this was just the calm before the storm… This man was found outside the mess hall:
Pic 3 (Eric M without finger)
The next morning’s scene was even more grim:
Pic 4 (sawsall impalement)
Thursday is the day I will never forget, eleven people where injured, there where injuries ranging from eviscerated organs, to amputated hands…
Pic 5 (victim group picture)
And even worse..
Pic 6 (Chris and brains)
Even though the swath and magnitude of the injuries was immense, they where all triaged, treated, and brought back safely.
The care, ingenuity, and the pleasant disposition of this group, even under duress was a thing to behold. I envy anyone who gets to spend time with these folk.
That’s all for now from camp Mak-a-Dream
Bob the Cat.
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