[CaptainCrunch]

When I was about 10 I started choking on a hot dog at Grandma's place, I do remember not being able to breath or talk, and my family was yaking away and not paying attention so in a panic I jumped up and ran out of the room. My dad picked up on it right away and wrapped his arms around my chest in a untrained attempt at the Heimlich. Anyways he reefed me up and basically did the squeeze and promptly cracked two of my ribs. he did it a second time and I remember that my vision as pin prick wide. But he managed to do it right the second time and a chunk of dog launched across the room and I remember crying my eyes out from the pain and the fear.

Anyways they took me to a doctor and he said there wasn't much I could do.

They took me home and I remember that I was still terrified and in a lot of pain and they put me to bed, and I was crying every time I tried to breath.

Then my Grandma came downstairs with the old country German cure. a water glass half full of Kirsch water which is about 40 proof cherry liquor. She helped me slug it back and then turned out the lights and I slept for about 18 hours.

Those German's know their medicine.