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As far as my job goes I just worked as a lifeguard. It was a low frequency, high intensity job. Meaning that it was boring, but when things happened it was a large amount of stress and quick thinking in a short amount of time. Most of the time you just sit on the guard stand, then go on break and sit in the break room. That’s where I did most of my homework. Other days however, on rare occasions, somebody would be in medical distress or drowning. One time I actually saved a diabetic guy with a can of Dr. pepper. He had low blood sugar, and we only had 1 tube of oral glucose, so I gave him the Dr. Pepper I was going to drink for lunch. Not two sips later he could speak to me in full sentences, and by the time he finished off half the can, he was totally normal. Funny, how that is one of the things I remember in this split second. I think its what got me interested in the Emergency Medical Technician program at school. There was just something about the metallic parts and oily goo of a car, and the organic parts and bloody goo of a person that appealed to me.
We dropped in the motor, I put in a stereo that I had gotten at the junkyard, and presto, I had me a 420 Horse Power jukebox on wheels.
I came home from the last day of my junior year to find my dad sanding down the Camaro, I got off my old bike and yelled “I told you not to work on it without me.” He quickly put out his cigarette, he always said, “Never smoke–never be like me ever.” That stuck with me, I made a vow never to touch any addictives, especially cigarettes.
He stomped it out and said “Well, I hear good parents give their kids money for a straight A report card, I thought the least I could do was a paint job for an entire year of straight A report cards.” He reached down and picked up a can of black Rustolem paint. I smiled big; the rust bucket finally gets a fresh coat.
i like this story a lot…. 
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