Without further ado, your Idiotville feel-good story of the week:
This one’s incredible. Jacob Gustafson is a 17-year old kid that just did CPR on a woman who very likely would’ve died without it. Thanks to Jacob and the rest of the team called out from West Ridge Volunteer Fire Dept., she lives.
To me, the good part starts way before that, though. Jacob didn’t just wander off a school bus to find a woman in need and magically stumble upon the perfect chest compression technique like he might’ve in some movie. He put in the work long before all this, just in case.
He interned at the Volunteer Fire Dept. for a while. He’d wake up early on a Saturday, learn first aid, practice his technique, go out on calls, do the whole thing. He never had to do any of that, but he did it.
While all that is so admirable, there’s still nothing like the moment it’s all real right in front of you. Think of it. A 17-year old kid sees someone dying in front of him and jumps right into action without hesitation. He remembers his training and works as part of the team to save a person’s life. It’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve ever heard.
So if you’re one of those GoErie commenting types that thinks Millennials only exist to sleep in until noon then wake up and destroy civilization, take note. There’s one kid out there waking up on his own time and putting in the work to make the world a better place.
Congratulations, Jacob, for some well-deserved recognition.