Personal Narrative: Whistle ! Clear The Pool

“Whistle! Point! Clear the Pool!” is a phrase that completely dominates my life. For the past two summers I have been blessed worked as a lifeguard for AMS Pools. This year I was lucky enough to compete in the lifeguard Olympics in my area within the company. Lifeguard Olympics are an organized set of events and relays where we compete to show off, which team has the best overall lifeguarding skills and techniques. Each event has some type of scenario in which the lifeguard has to rescue the Guest In Distress (GID) and the lifeguards are ranked by time and points can be lost if improper procedures or techniques are displayed to the judge(s) and on top of that only the top three teams in each event will receive points. And the whole scenario must last no longer than three minutes. Captain of the Spinal Team, I was poised for greatness. Tasked with a simple objective, my job in the event was to extract the GID with a suspected spinal injury from the water and make sure that every member of the team is working effectively and efficiently in order to succeed. Viciously battling the other six teams for a victory, we all lined up at the edge of the pool and the GID stands
Lauren snatched the backboard and we inched towards Peyton. As I began to close in on Peyton I turn and call out to make sure that emergency services are called and make it clear to get back to me as soon as possible. With a harmony of splashing water, we decisively reached Peyton at last. I instigated a vice grip in order to abstain from further injury to the spine. The rest of the team endeavors on slithering the backboard underneath Peyton, and we go ahead to propel towards the wall. During our odyssey, Rachel, Adrian, and Lexi harness the straps onto the GID thoroughly to the backboard while I interrogate to ensure they are still conscious. Frantically, we arrive in spitting distance of the