There are many different reasons why the lovely Mrs. Dossi is the most wonderful person I have ever met. I’m not afraid to admit, and there are many who would agree, that she is more than I deserve. Although, I imagine that most men feel that way about their wives. With her 25th birthday approaching on Sunday, I’d like to tell you why she’s also my hero.
Mrs. Dossi is a registered nurse. She was hired as a full-time RN when she was only 22. She loves what she does, and I could not be any happier about it.
Her being an RN really puts things into perspective for me. A rough day at work for me is a bad loss, or my recorder ran out of batteries, or my computer did a restart while I was typing. That’s what I have to complain about.
For her, a bad day means someone she’s caring for died. Because of that reality, I don’t ever have bad days at work.
One difference between what she does and what I do is that she gets to see what I produce every day. She can read my stories online or in print. She can see the pictures that I take or listen to the recordings of my interviews. She’s gone to games with me and seen me interact with players, coaches, students and parents.
The same cannot be said about her job. I can’t just show up and watch her take care of a patient. I don’t get to see videos of her having to put a potentially violent patient in restraints. I never get to see her in action.
But there was one time I did.
It was a few years ago while we were dating. I had just returned from covering the Modesto Junior College 7-on-7 passing tournament. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and I was happy to swing by her apartment to relax for a while. I got up early in the morning to get to the tournament, and my band had a show later that night, so I figured I could get a quick nap in before I had to leave.
I was lying on her bed, just about to fall asleep, when she asked me if her shower head was dripping. I got up, checked it out, but no water could be found. I returned to the bed, but the drip, drip, drip could still be heard. Finally, I located the drip. It was coming from the fan in the ceiling, which meant the drip was coming from the apartment above hers. That drip quickly turned into a mini waterfall.
We decided to go upstairs and tell those who lived in the apartment what was going on. We knocked on the door and a man answered. We told him of the dripping and he went to go check on it. We then heard some yelling, and my initial thought was a teenager was taking a long shower and, for some reason, that caused the drip.
The yelling got louder and louder. Suddenly, the door swung open and a crying woman yelled, “HE’S NOT BREATHING.”
Without thinking, Mrs. Dossi ran into the apartment and I followed her. We arrived at the bathroom and there was a 400-pound man face down on the floor. He had been in the shower and for some reason, collapsed, falling to the bathroom floor.
Mrs. Dossi told me that I needed to roll him over. Like I said, he was 400 pounds and wet. The floor wasn’t dry and it was like trying to move a seal. Finally, I rolled him over and his face was completely blue. I will never forget that moment.
Mrs. Dossi calmly asked him, “Sir, are you awake? Sir, are you awake?” She asked him one final time and got no response. So, she reached back and slapped him across the face like he owed her money. It was at that moment I realized I should never anger her!
He didn’t respond to the slap. I later found out that she did that because once she starts CPR, she’ll break a rib or two, so it’s best to make sure he’s completely unconscious.
She began CPR. But he was such a large man, it was difficult to go from compression to breathing. Mrs. Dossi’s roommate at the time was also an RN. So, I ran downstairs to get Miss. Beth. She followed me back up the stairs, and the two of them gave this man CPR for a good 10 minutes.
I had no idea that once CPR is started, you are not allowed to stop until EMTs show up. Had they stopped, they could have lost their licenses. As I sat back and consoled the grieving family members, I watched in amazement. They were both so calm and collected. They didn’t seem nervous or frazzled. They were doing what they were trained to do.
The CPR continued until the EMTs arrived and the man was taken to the hospital. I was so proud of both of them. They were heroes to me. I couldn’t believe how they knew exactly what to do and didn’t stop until help arrived. Unfortunately, the man didn’t make it.
I hope I never have to see Mrs. Dossi in action again. But I know that if someone needs help, she won’t hesitate to lend her assistance. She is devoting her life to take care of sick or injured people, regardless of the situation.
I could not be more proud to call her my wife.