Last night was tough, I've had my EMT since '07, since then I've been to a stabbing(he didn't make it), more car wrecks than I can count(without being naked),overdoses, attempted suicides,family members finding their loved ones dead and then last night I went to a call to a girl's house that I sortof grew up with. I rode the school bus with her,worked for her daddy and brothers( the oldest brother died several years ago), last night her nieces found her, after no body had heard from her all day.The age alone makes it close to home. Yet I'm still considering making this my career.

Like the old saying goes "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."

This is part of my job in life. I hover around putting out fires for the people in my life. Everything from keys locked in cars to medical situations. I really try to make a difference in the lives around me. I know I have made a difference in at least one. She tells me all the time how she couldn't get-by without me. This means the world to me because she means the world to me. It may not always be in her time, But I'm always on the pad, just waiting, rotors waiting to turn, not only for her, but for all my friends and my community.