Resuscitation of Jenny

The dining room area was now getting quite dark, and the lingering aroma of freshly prepared supper appetizing. I found Mike and Martin outside, working on our little Honda power generator, surrounded by at least 5 boys, watching the men`s every move intently. A goat walked by and the rooster scurrying off after a hen. Music from a radio on a motor bike close by was hollering loudly as it passed by us. Another guy on a motorbike pulled up also to watch the show.
 

So, it appeared our Jenny was not working, and my first visuals were of Martin yanking the starter cable of the machine furiously. I was told “there is a spark”. Wow, the men actually talked to me! It appeared the plug was taken out of its socket and checked, the electrode was “not wet” which I silently concluded to be lack of gas flow. The gas was found to be dirty, sediment found in the nozzle and Martin quickly cleaned it out.

An overflow gas valve was leaked to get water, which is heavier than gas, out of the gas. Oil overflow was checked. Still, no life. The men were deep in thought. Mike found the manual and quickly paged to the “trouble shoot” area. The list was checked, and yep, Jenny needs to see the specialist at the Honda dealership. This will not happen.

So, Martin suggested to Mike that he would blow into the gas nozzle, forcing gas into the cylinder, while Mike yank the cord. Mike respectfully murmured “we are now dealing with a real mouth to mouth resuscitation”. Wow. I couldn`t agree more and closed in to supervise the actions more carefully. This scene is very familiar to me. 

Martin blew until red-faced, Mike yanked the cable energetically, and I was getting worried about the 2 men ending up on my table with gas poisoning or shoulder dislocation.  But after all of the above, still no life for Jenny. Code blue is continuing. 

Next Martin sent me to get a syringe. Lynnise promptly found a real syringe in one of many containers on the shelves in our dining room area. This now appeared to be more and more my scene and I wondered if I should ask to be more involved in the care of Jenny.   

Martin then proceeded to injected 1 ml of gas into the spark plug socket.  A thought suddenly occurred to me, Jenny got EPI (Epinephrine, or adrenaline)!  I felt ready to take over, but after one yank and full choke she started purring, much to the delight of all present.

We have light, and we have heroes. Everybody in the dining room applauded.

 The comfort, clarity and reassurance of the light in the darkness of our world reminded us of our morning devotions, where Jesus proclaimed: “I am the light…”. He is our our eternal comfort and joy!

 As told by Dr Braam