*sits and ponders*
I think becoming an RA just payed off. This may sound stupid, but I like to rant about these situations I go through.
This has probably been one of the most congratulating nights though. A really good friend / resident that I've been getting to know was involved. No names, b/c thats just wrong.
I was watching a movie in Trevs room, when I heard someone say, "Hey come here J, 'Bob' isn't waking up."
I got up, and jumped into action. I followed the people to find out where 'Bob' was. I watched them try to wake him up, and watched as he layed there, unresponsive. I let the two guys know that I was there, and I saw the fear in their eyes of what was going on. They continued to try to wake him up gently, and I said, screw that shake him. They started to shake his arm, and he wouldn't respond.
J had a bottle of propel on him, and decided to pour a little of it on his lips. That, along with some violent shaking finally got 'bob' to wake up. I got near him, and could smell the alcohol on him. Heavy scents... almost sickening.. but he got up, and started to notice that there were people in the room. It took him about 5 minutes to finally wake up, and actually start talking to us.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting here in my head, trying to figure out whether or not to call EMS, b/c this kid was really giving me a scare. Even though he was giving me a scare... I kinda had an idea about what was going on. Bob finally got awake enough to try to hold a conversation, when I decided to get his RA that was watching the movie with me. I had explained what was going on, and we both decided to go survey the situation a little more before making the decision about calling for help.
I came back into the room to find Bob kinda startled that I had left to get someone else. I was talking about running if we had called someone. So I told him what I was doing. His RA had a pretty good idea of what was going on as well, so he asked the other residents to leave the room so that we could talk with Bob.
Through minimal questioning, we both find out that our ideas are correct. See, Bob has a sister that he is really worried about. His sisters best friend committed suicide 2 weeks ago. Bob decided to choose alcohol to try to figure out his problems.
Bob was really distraught. He wants to be there for his sister, but he is feeling that she isn't taking well to him trying to help. Bob, in a drunken stupor.. continued to tell us many times about what had happened to his sisters friend, how it happened even.
Bob broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. We both sat down right next to him. We did the best we could to comfort him... but, trying to explain anything to someone plastered off their ass is near impossible. In one ear, out another...
We finally calmed Bob down, and he looked at us and said, "You wanna know what I'm the most upset about? My sister doesn't wanna believe in god because of what happened."
Now... there is no part of training that ever covers that stuff. No way in hell. Religion is one of those sticky issues. Some people try to use it as an advantage point, and others keep it to themselves... But, when someone talks about such a heavy issue like that... its hard to define your boundries.
How in the hell do we try to tackle such a thing? Honestly.. there are no lessons that you get taught during training for when that happens.
Both of us RA's have a good background on our religions, and, we both worked on talking to Bob about how sometimes you cannot explain why things happen, thats just the way it is sometimes.
I told him that the best thing he could possibly do is be the best big brother he could be to his sister, and that getting smashed to oblivion is not really the best example to set.
Bob explained to us how much he appreciated both of us RA's, and that he had talked to his mother about us before... and for some reason at that exact point, he decided to call home off his cell phone.
Yeah, not a great idea, that put his mother into a panic... along with his sister. Hes stumbling around on his words, about how crappy he is feeling about this situation, and how he wants to help his younger sister, and to be there for her... but he is having the hardest time with it. He started talking to his sister, when his sister asked to talk to one of the RA's there. He handed the phone to me.
I talked to his sister for about 5 minutes... explained to her that Bob wasn't in trouble.. that we wanted to make sure that he was ok. I really explained the situation to his sister... and said that he is just trying to figure out a way to be there to help the healing process along.
She thanked me, and then handed the phone over to her mother. The mother did the same, and then wanted to talk to her son again to tell him goodnight.
He finished up the convo with his mom... and then came back to us. We told him that we'd talk about it more with him in the morning. (We already had been there for about 45 minutes by this point)
We tucked him into bed, and he was out like a light...
We both looked at eachother and said... damn
Thats... what I like about being an RA