Most Recent Happening

I went to We-Fest this summer like a lot of the other summers. If you haven't been to this event, you should. It is either something you'll either dread or love. Last summer was bad - too much DRAMA that is created when people feud. Different people that came - I presume made the change and became a major factor ... I guess for all the DRAMA. I didn't think there would be - the more the merrier....right? Wrong in this case.! Plus I already get bored as Is - I get bored easily.
At this point like the other past three years - I wasn't really sure of the direction my life was heading. The only highlight of my day, was when I "saved a guy."
Whitney and I, were heading to camp from the last concert of the Fest - Tim McGraw. Or as I call "Timmy McGraw." We kind of strayed from our pack. Then all of a sudden my eyes finally focused on a guy on the ground with three people around him facing me - kind of a delayed action - taking a few seconds. This picture didn't hit me right away - it took my a few seconds to come to that conclusion, because when it comes down to it - the scene didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. You just see things that are fucked up around here, plus there was tons of people going around their normal business. People were walking past him without any of there cares just lining up going to their camp (it almost looks like cattle). Then a girl was asking if anyone would give up their shirt. The thought did occur to me as weird, but didn't really click until I came closer to the middle-aged man.

I saw this guy bleeding profusely. I had another tank top underneath (it was a "club top" mainly reason why I had a tank top over another). This guy needed help, so I gave it up. I absolutely dislike it when people do nothing - stand around just spectacting. Literally people are telling stories - BS ing while this guy is bleeding all over. It was as if nothing had happened. (This whole thought concept is above me - Ughhh - ...Just like California).

My Reserved Seating tag got caught up, so it seemed like forever to get it untangled. The same girl who asked for the shirt was talking to the victim (one of the three peeps I saw originally). She and I were holding my top and applying pressure to his head wound. I asked if she was a medic, because that would mean I did all I can do and I'm done. I felt out of place and from the corner of my eye I could see that Whitney was getting antsy. Supposed medic said she worked at front gate and was "in the army" - in a way that they know what to do in a medical emergency. She told the victim to lay down and I didn't want to tell her she was wrong, but you have to - so I was like "Umm, your suppose to elevate."

Then people surrounding me - "yeah elevate." Always on a bleeding victim you always want the wound elevated more then the heart - it reduces the blood flow. I thought it was common sense. C'mon.

Since victim was conscious he stood up and that is when I saw Whitney being pushed. I thought they were medics and had arrived. I left, because I felt like it was my time to go plus it kind of ticked me off that they were questioning Whitney and pushing her. So I left and hoped the man was in good hands.

Then on the way back, Whitney said I hope you don't have any cuts. I said nO....I'm PrEttY sure... NO I Don't. I Know I don't. I don't think I got any blood on me amyways. She told me that I needed to wash my hands at LEAST ten times before I was able to sleep in the tent. As soon as I got back - that's exactly what I did. I saw that I did get a little blood on me and luckily I didn't have cuts.

I was thinking about this on the way back and later - that the knowledge of saving someone's life outweighs the risk. The feeling that I did something good is something that I don't get often. It was better to know that I did good and that I WAS THERE.

Maybe this was a sign to my near profession in the future or maybe is was a mere coincedence. I'll never know, but it makes me think.