Dave Sandler, Owings Mills, MD–48 at time of event (2009)
Dave Sandler is a professional inspirational speaker. He is the author of the new book “Taking a Detour.” Dave owns Detour Dave Inc., which delivers traffic information to the Baltimore/Washington area on WBAL Radio and 98 Rock. He also provides entertainment for weddings and other private affairs.
On August 9, 2009, I took the biggest detour of my life. I died that day, but God was not ready to take me.
Ellie Whelan, Petersburg, VA– 16 at time of event (2013)
In November 2013, young actress Ellie Whelan was performing in front of a packed auditorium at Appomattox Regional Governor’s School for the Arts and Technology when she collapsed onstage. Audience members thought it was part of the act; then she didn’t get up. At the age of 16, she had suffered a cardiac arrest.
Bruce Evans, Sussex, WI– 52 at time of event (2014)
My name is Jamie LaLonde. I am 23 years old and at 18, I suffered a sudden cardiac arrest while working in the Mall of America.
Beverly Buxareo, Pittsburgh, PA – 50 at time of event (2010)
Rob Hoadley, San Diego, CA – 41 at time of event (2011)
My name is Robert Hoadley and I am the Corporate Contract and Lease Administrator at Evans Hotels. To be frank, the mere fact that I am here at all today is truly a miracle.
On April 1, 2011, I suffered a sudden cardiac arrest at work. I was 41-years-old and was training to join the U.S. Navy Reserves and in possibly the best physical condition of the last 20 years when, without warning, my heart stopped. I collapsed.
Ginnie Gick, Clarksville, MD – 43 at time of event (2010)
“Mommy is hurt!” yelled Ginnie Gick’s 5-year-old son. Her husband, Dan, who was running late to work, came bounding down the stairs to find Ginnie lying unresponsive. It was May 20, 2010, and Ginnie, age 43, wasn’t breathing.
On the morning of February 14th 2007, three minutes before my heart stopped, three people made choices that saved my life.
A postman was selecting his route, a nurse with an unexpected day off was heading to Starbucks, and my business partner called just before I ran out the door of my home.
Instead of letting the call go to voicemail, something compelled me to answer the call—so that three minutes later, instead of being on the highway going 60 mph, I was driving up a side street near my home when I had my cardiac arrest.
The postman and nurse appeared at just the right time to perform CPR for eight minutes until the medics arrived. Which meant that it was not my day to die.