The Kiss of Life - A utility worker giving mouth-to-mouth to co-worker after he contacted a low voltage wire, 1967
Taken in 1967 by Rocco Morabito, this photo called “The Kiss of Life” shows a utility worker named J.D. Thompson giving mouth-to-mouth to co-worker Randall G. Champion after he went unconscious following contact with a low voltage line. Thompson over 400 feet away recognized the critical situation and ran to the pole and scaled it to reach Champion. Realizing champion wasn’t breathing he delivered CPR and chest compression while supporting his friend; super impressive /difficult given the angle (if you get it wrong air goes into the stomach and inflates that instead).
This all happened oddly in Champions work anniversary. And weirder Rocco Morabito, a newspaper photographer who had been covering a strike down the road with eastern freight (this happened in Florida btw) happened to be nearby with his camera in a time that no one carried cameras daily. This photo won him the Pulitzer Prize for journalism photography.
Babe are you okay? I saw you reblogged The Kiss of Life, 1967 again.
Champion lived and he and Thompson stayed friends for the rest of their lives.
Champion lived and
he and Thompson stayed friends for
the rest of their lives.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Magnolias are so ancient plants that almost every other plant and insect who came to being around the same time as them has gone extinct by now. They are the loneliest plants in this world. Does anybody understand how much grief it gives me that the symbolic flower of Kuras is magnolia.
may i please direct your attention to the poem dinosaurs smelled magnolias by dalton day!!!!!
i didn’t have “i’m broken” teenage asexual angst i had “i’m literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks” perception issues
Is it okay to be allo and yet find this deeply relatable?
All my friends: BOOOOOOOOYS 💜💜💜💜💜❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥👀👀👀👀
Me: I mean, they’ve always existed.
Friends: You don’t want to immediately pounce on them?
Me: There are a couple I can think of who pouncing on sounds nice. But you sound enamored of all of them, and I am confused.
Friends: So you like girls?
Me: …also yes, but I’m not sure that’s the disconnect I’m having.
people on tv: *cannot pass up a single opportunity to have sex with a sexy new person*
me: …i do not think it is all that hard not to have sex with someone
me: …i do not think
it is all that hard not to
have sex with someone
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
tbh i was kinda disappointed the first time i sucked a dick. idk what i expected it to taste like but i was just like “oh okay”
Cock is one of my favorite tastes. Not only that, but balls smell amazing. It makes me go a little crazy on it to be honest. Like, I cannot get it far enough down my throat to be satisfied. I’m only satisfied when I feel those intense, powerful, salty, hot pumps of cum down my throat. When I sit back on my heels, look up at you with cum all over my mouth and slobber running down my neck, hair all fucked up and wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and ask you if I did a good job and you cannot even speak because I’ve drained all of your energy out the tip of your dick….. That’s when I’m satisfied.
does that person know they LITERALLY invented comedy??? do they really know????