Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Poem - Sorry.....

Author Unknown

Sorry if we woke you in the middle of the night,
But someone in your neighborhood is fighting for their life.

Sorry if we block the road and make you turn around,
But there's been a bad wreck with dying children on the ground.

When you see us coming I hope you'll understand,
Let us have the right of way someone needs our helping hand.

Sometimes a child is choking; sometimes a broken leg,
Sometimes a heart stops beating and when we get there it's too late.

So if you see us crying when we think we are alone,
You'll know we had a bad one and we're feeling mighty down.

We don't do it for the money you know we don't get paid,
We don't do it for the glory but for life that might be saved.

Somewhere deep within us our souls are crying out,
We're here to help our neighbors in their hour of pain and doubt.

God gave us something special to help us see you through,
We do it because we love you and we care about you too.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Words from Double D

I thought I'd share a wonder experience that Double D had today:

"I'm wearing 1 of my Company t-shirts, & some guy at the gas station comes up 2 me, & asks: 
'Are you an ambulance person?',

 'Yes, I'm an EMT' (even though it's all over my shirt & on the sleeve). 

He puts his hand on my shoulder, bows his head, & starts to cry. 

He says that he just buried his wife of 30 yrs this week & wanted to say thank you for all that we do. 

When his wife had her heart attack, the EMS crew that came to his house, went above & beyond anything he could have hoped for. 

He proceeded to tell me how he thought that all we did was ride around running lights & sirens, & never really gave a crap about the patient.  

Though he was basing his views from what he saw on TV. 

That night, he saw for himself, that what we do, goes way beyond anything he could have imagined. 

He said that even though the crew could not save his wife, they showed her compassion, caring, & a deep sense of grief over not saving her. 

He said thank you again, shook my hand, & left. 

It made me understand, that we really do some amazing things through out the course of our EMS career, & sometimes, people do take notice."  

       And again, it's why I am writing this blog....So that others will know just what these guys go through, what they take for granted as just part of their job.  Along with that job is the compassion, the caring and the sadness that comes when they just can not save that life.....

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poem - My Husband - the EMT

by Heidi Marie Divine

You go to work to save a life
See lots of pain and people's strife

You are compassionate, proud and true
And this is why I Love You

An EMT is your job
Comforting those in fear and sob

You are a kind and gentle soul
At times this job may take a toll

I want you to know that for all you do
I am so very proud of you.

For Double D..... <3

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Pull Over Please!!!

      Why can't people learn to move to the side when they see an ambulance coming down the road?  You may be in a hurry to get to where you are going, but so are they. 

      And I think their reason is a bit more important than your reason!  

      It only takes 10 seconds, if that, to pull over while they go past you to either get to a patient that needs help or get to the hospital so a patient can get additional help.

      Whenever I see an Ambulance, or Firetruck, or Police Cruiser, or even a volunteer, I move over.  The main reason?  What if they are responding to someone I care about?  Or its my house that is on fire?  If I don't move over, I could be causing them to waste precious seconds trying to get there.  How would that make me feel if when I found out later that it was something of mine, that had they gotten there a few seconds sooner, all would be alright....

      The other reason?  I don't want to be the one that was in the way of the EMS crew getting to their destination.  I don't want to be the reason they couldn't save the patient, or give the fastest care.  I couldn't live with that being on my conscience.

      You may think, "That won't happen to me", or "I always know what's going on in my life", but .... what IF?  You can't possibly know EVERYTHING that is going on.

      You could also think, " But I don't live around here so I don't know anyone here".  Are you completely sure of that?  Do you know EVERY road trip someone you know is taking??

      Or maybe you're just a heartless twit, that doesn't care about anyone but themselves and figures, why should I get out of the way?  There's nothing in it for me.....

      While driving, you should always be aware of what is around you anyway, so there should be no excuse of "But, I didn't know they were behind me...." for not pulling over when they have been right behind you for miles, or blocks with their lights and sirens on.  And " It wasn't in a safe area"  is not an excuse either.  Um, the Ambulance isn't pulling YOU over, they are just trying to get past you.  

      Ambulances and Firetrucks aren't allowed by law to use their sirens for non-emergency reasons.  They can not turn on their sirens just because they don't want to sit in traffic, or because they are hungry and are in a hurry to get food.  If you see them sitting in traffic, and they all of a sudden turn their lights and sirens on, more than likely the patient made a turn for the worse and they now need to hurry.

      Next time you see an ambulance coming with their lights and/or sirens on, just pull over.  Put yourself in their shoes, they need to get to the patient, or get the patient to the hospital, before its too late.  Or better yet, put yourself in the patient's loved ones shoes.  Imagine what it would be like watching the ambulance going down the road as fast as they safely can, with your loved one in the back, and NO ONE is moving out of the way for the ambulance.  

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem - Highway 109

Author Unknown

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out elegies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
“Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
“Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
“He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
“Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
“I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
On Highway 109.