Unless you are a doctor or a famous person, you never really expect the responsibility of saving a life to fall solely, and heavily, on your shoulders. I’ve never experienced it myself, but there was an instance in my life wherein I was speaking to the electric company on the phone (my roommates and I thought we had been overcharged) and it was very frustrating, and I really didn’t want to be the one to talk to them anymore. So I mouthed to my friend, “Can you please talk to them now?” And they said, “No way.” And I mouthed, “PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,” and extended my hand holding the phone to them, while they backed away and shook their head. At that moment I didn’t know what to do, and soon realized the only choice I had was to continue to speak to the electric company for grueling minutes upon minutes before figuring out that we hadn’t really been overcharged after all. I didn’t save a life that day — not really, at least — but I did do something that I didn’t want to do. Which I’m not sure is what we were talking about before? I guess the whole point is that some are born heros, some achieve heroness, and some have heroness thrust upon them. Like I did in my story. And this little pizza hero did in HER story.
An incredible story, not only because little Rita knew to call 911 and didn’t freeze up in a tense ball of fear and tears like some of us would, but also because she remembered to use the Pizza Plan we all had to rehearse time and time again in grade school Heath class. 1. Pick up a piece of pizza. 2. Slap the person in the face with the piece of pizza. 3. Wait for results and go from there. Please take this as a reminder to remember to slap anyone you think may need a quick health boost in the face with a piece of pizza before you do anything else. #pizzasaveslives #themoreyouknow (Via Rats Off!)