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iRescueRadio 035: The five fears of CPR, Comments from ProCPR, Cats eating chipmunks, Is it a key remote or dongle?

This week’s episode of iRescueRadio covers the Five Fears of starting CPR: Fear of disease, lawsuits, uncertainty, hurting a person, and safety. Nationally only 26% of the time will bystanders start CPR out of the hospital. We hope to dispel these fears so more lives will be saved.

A small disagreement cropped up during our conversation on what a car remote-dongle-keychain-thingy-whatever is…

Five fears that kill your personality

The only difference between an adult and a kid is fear. Little kids are fearless of these irrational fears that ruin our personalities. Although we also had fears of climbing up tall places or of darkness but by adolescence these fears go and give their place to more abstract things. Here are few irrational fears that we need to stop believing in for a healthy life.

1. The fear of not being good…

Five fears that kill your personality

The only difference between an adult and a kid is fear. Little kids are fearless of these irrational fears that ruin our personalities. Although we also had fears of climbing up tall places or of darkness but by adolescence these fears go and give their place to more abstract things. Here are few irrational fears that we need to stop believing in for a healthy life.

1. The fear of not being good…

Before he was eleven, he was the boy without fears. Stupidly brave, everyone would call him. The other dauntless boys in his class practically looked up to him; he was the rebel, the courageous, the brave, the ruler breaker, the only one without anything to fear. Looking back now, he knew how ignorant that was but he still yearned to breath that blissful ignorance back.

When he was eleven, he only knew one fear. The fear of loosing her. That fear drove him mad. His heart would beat so loud, he swore the whole world could hear it. That fear drove him to not only risk his life but his father’s job, all to save the one he loved. The salty mix of anticipation and terror only fueled his fire as he dove into his father’s drawers looking for the one thing that could save her. Even after the threat was gone, and she was secure and safe. He could sense something was wrong. But he kept quite because that fear of loosing her never went away, it remained the same but instead of her being shot, it became his best friend walking away from him without even a second glance.

When he was turned fourteen and went for a walk, he only knew three fears. One was the fear of loosing her, another was the fear of being found out, and lastly the fear of letting go. Guilt mixed in his lungs like black tar as he spoke every word to the gentle air that was pretending to be her. Each lie and each word only buried him deeper and deeper. He thought of all the things he could say. “My dad found out and it’s against the rules. If I continue to talk to you, Dauntless will charge me and could even make me factionless. You could get hurt. Your family could get hurt.” But none of the things he could think of could make his fear go away. So instead he kept on going down the zip line, hoping the fear would jump out of him but it didn’t and he never told her goodbye.

When he was fourteen and came back to Dauntless, he knew only four of his fears. One was the fear of loosing her, the second fear was being found out, the third was the fear of letting go, and the fourth was watching his family burn and loosing them. The nightmares of that day woke him up at night screaming for mercy and help and his family to come back. But they never do.