You’re the lifeguard, and the world is drowning …
Spring has brought beautiful weather to Beachtown, USA ,which means hoards of people are itching to start their summertime at the beach.
As chief lifeguard in Beachtown, your job every summer is to manage a competent team of lifeguards whose job it is to keep swimmers safe along a mile-long stretch of sandy beach just off the boardwalk near the town center.
As your team is gathered around with their gear, you give your final set of instructions and encouragements, then send them off to their assigned watch towers.
In less than an hour, the first emergency call comes over the two-way radio.
A lifeguard in tower one spotted a teenage male frantically trying to swim, and heard his plea for help. The lifeguard ran to the edge of the ocean water then stopped — because he didn’t know how to swim.
He signaled to the lifeguard in the nearest tower, who ran down the beach to him — and stopped at the water’s edge because he, too, didn’t know how to swim.
Each of the lifeguards signaled to the next tower until the entire team of lifeguards had gathered at the water’s edge — none of them knowing how to swim.
With siren blaring, you drive your patrol truck onto the sand and stop just short of your team.
“Why are you all just standing here?” you yell as you run into the water, then begin the swim out to the teen boy.
But when you reach him he’s unresponsive.
You grab the body and swim to shore; in the shallow water, your team members run out to help you bring the boy up to the beach.
You administer CPR, but to no avail.
You’re too late.
The young man died of drowning … because none of your lifeguards knew how to swim.