{April 18, 2013}   Every Day Is A Blessing

Yesterday morning my wake up call was my pager. That’s normal. But the dispatcher informed us that we were responding for a 50 year old male that was not conscious, not breathing and the female on scene refused to do CPR. We raced to the scene, my partner and I being the first to arrive, to find a male who was indeed unconscious and not breathing. I said his name a few times and observed his grayish color as I grasped his wrist, searching for a pulse. I almost immediately recoiled- his skin was cold, his eyes were half open and he was very stiff. Unfortunately, I now know what death smells like. That was the worst call I have been on to date.

Between the call yesterday morning and the awful tragedy in West, TX last night, I didn’t get much sleep last night. At times like these I realize just how true the saying is: every day is a blessing.

I’m praying for the victims and the victim’s families of the tragic events in West, TX last night. There’s much clean-up to be done but houses and (most) possessions are replaceable, the people are not. Many lives were lost, including volunteer firefighters and volunteer Emergency Medical Service workers. The people left behind have scars that will never completely heal, but with support and compassion we can all help ease the pain from their losses.

Angels CriedWhat unfolded in Newtown, CT today is without a doubt a major tragedy. My heart goes out to the victims and their families, as well as the remaining family of the suspect. My prayers go out to all of the first responders- firefighters, police men & women, EMS crews and everyone else I may forget to mention. It’s horrific, unspeakable. First I tried to imagine how I’d feel if one of the victims was my own family, my six-year old niece, five-year old nephew or brothers, sisters or parents. It’s not something I can easily imagine, and I thank God I don’t have to experience that today. Then I tried to imagine how I would feel from the EMS side of things. Sure, I’d do great in the heat of the moment, just as the first responders did today. However it’s after everything calms down and there’s nothing left to do but think about what happened that would get to me. Seeing the hordes of parents who rushed to the school to try to find their children alive and well, or even just alive, would break me. Seeing the reactions of the families when they found out that their loved one’s life was taken so violently and so soon would tear me apart.

It’s becoming more and more frequently that these incidents are occurring and it seems the victims are younger each time. It’s heartbreaking. It truly is.

Tonight I’m praying for every soul that was involved in today’s massacre. Especially the young children who had to witness these terrible murders and will now live with that for the rest of their lives. God’s speed.

et cetera