For some unexplained reason my employers decided that I had to have some First Aid training. So for two days I have had to undergo the rigours of an overacting instructor, endless jokes from the other students and an inordinate fear of the final test.
A lot of what I know now, as a result of this training, I kind of knew on one level or another; so did I learn something? Is there a greater magic in having knowledge officially placed within my conscience? Did I ever worry about coming across someone in mortal peril?
With that piece of paper I am deemed to have enough confidence and take charge ability to administer what could be life saving action. What it does not mention is that officially installed talent is now hampered, where as it was not before, by an inexplicable dread of coming across anyone in need of aid; what if I got it wrong?