He was doing pull-ups arounf 10 AM and went into cardiac arrest. A slight heartbeat was detected after the nurse administered CPR and the assistant principal used a defibrillator to resuscitate him. A rescue squad took this TWELVE YEAR OLD to Mary Washington Hospital.
He was pronounced DEAD at 11:30 am.
A fucking SEVENTH GRADER.
A bunch of the ladies in the guidance department at Ni River (where my mom works) were supposed to come over because my mom just had foot surgery. Obviously they didn't come because of what had happened that day. My sister and I came home from Certamen practice and she asked us to come see her. She gave us like the hugest hug ever and told us about it.
Imagine being Michael Kostelnik's mother. Saying goodbye to her TWELVE YEAR OLD KID before he went to school. Going to the hospital at 11:30 to find him DEAD.
Now imagine being Michael himself. Going off to a school day like any other. As you're doing your pull up's in gym class, your heart STOPS. They get it started again but speed you off to a hospital. There your heart stops AGAIN. You're done.
This kid had so much left to do. He could've gone to high school, college, gotten a job. Fallen in love, gotten married, had kids. There's so much to life that hes missed. Things he'll never be able to do.This really freaked me out. Partially because its so tragic that a fucking SEVENTH GRADER DIED, but partially because I had just had a huge fight with my boyfriend who is going camping this weekend (or for the week, he was being an ass). He could not come back and I would'nt have any closure. It scared the shit out of me that this kind of thing could happen to ANYONE.
I just want you guys to keep the Kostelnik's in your thoughts and prayers and just DON'T TAKE ANYTHING FOR GRANTED.
"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow." -James Dean
5 comments:
Its a shame life has to work that way. Puts life in perspective.
Its also a shame that something like this has to happen to bring the message to attention. But it does.
Maria (best friends little sister) told me about it yesterday, because she was there, and was litterly in tears. It's always hard to be there for someone when you're shaken by the situation too. Just 7th grade, how does anyone cope with losing someone when they're that young? I certainly don't know.
People die everyday and no one ever realizes how close they are to being one of them.
Um, Toni, Michael Kostelnik or whatever his name was, was a jerk nobody liked. I mean, NOBODY liked him, especially not the teachers. He was an annoying troublemaker, and he was sent to Mr. Smith's (ass. principal) office that morning, for God's sake! (He was about to give the brat ISS, but he knew that he wanted ISS, so he sent him to class.) So it's not like he was some great soul whom everybody loved.
Regardless, whether the kid was a jerk or an angel, its a life. The fact that he was not well liked does not lessen the fact that he was still in 7th grade, only 12. It is inconsequential whether he was not well liked or the most popular kid in the school.
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