This is simply too good not to share. Ambulance Driver, Matt G., and BabsRN have written congruent stories sharing their experiences as they relate to a motor vehicle accident. Start with Matt G.'s version as the police officer who's first on the scene, then with AD in triage and transport, and close with BabsRN as the victims are brought to the hospital.
Simply fascinating. Riveting, even. Go. Read. I'll be here when you get back...
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See? Well worth the read, weren't they?
(Welcome Matt G. and BabsRN to the blogroll, too...)
For me, this series of posts hits home doubly hard. Dad G. is a retired state cop. Mrs. G. works in the local hospital. My cousin Brian was a paramedic in his younger days. I've heard all of these stories before, from each of the perspectives mentioned. Matt, Babs, and AD tie everything together perfectly.
And for not the first (nor last, I fear) time, I am starting to seriously question the path my life has taken. I feel strangely empty inside, with a growing need to give something back...
Thank you, Matt, AD, and Babs, for sharing your stories with us.
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Thanks, Jay.
Jay, I refuse to believe that a profession defines one's ability to inject meaning into theirs and others' lives.
The nobility of a steadfast ditchdigger or even of a corporate tycoon can shine from a good man.
"The nobility of a steadfast ditchdigger or even of a corporate tycoon can shine from a good man."
Matt's right, you know. I'd imagine your career is meaningful enough to your wife and kids, if it allows you the time and money to be a good husband and father.
Besides, it wouldn't do to put you at the wheel of a vehicle with available weaponry. ;)
Matt,
It's not that I find my job demeaning, far from it (although at times I wonder... *g*).
It's that... well... Lately I've been feeling, well, something of a pull towards doing something that would allow me to give something back (alright, stop laughing, I know I sound like a rookie fresh out of the academy...)
I live in a small town, the same small town in which my grandfather served as a town auxilliary police officer for over 40 years. It would be fitting to him, my namesake and that of my son, for me to fill in where he left off.
Sales is nice; the only danger I face is dropping dead of a massive coronary from the stress (which, I hear, is the same risk that most police officers face).
But the look on my son's face when he talks about his friend Mike whose dad is a firefighter means something to me. "My daddy sells chemicals" is about as exciting as "Oh boy, we're having Weetabix for breakfast".
And, not for nothing, but our town has a police Harley. It would be the coolest thing in the fucking world to pull that gig...
AD,
Y'know, you guys could throw out your counselor shingle and make a small fortune...
I'm not good with words (well, ones with more than four letters...). I'm not getting my point across, which really is that I want something more. I want to make a difference.
I want to be more than a cardboard cut-out "Higglytown Hero", where everyone gets to be a "hero" just for doing their job (And here's my ribbon from "Everyone gets a ribbon day"). I want my son's face to light up when he talks about his dad the police officer, rather than the shrug and "he sells stuff".
Besides, my dad and grandfather were cops. It's in my blood. I thought I could deny it, but the pull is getting stronger and stronger. Heck, one of the motivating factors behind losing the weight I lost was getting into shape for such a move.
And don't you worry about me behind the wheel of a cruiser. While I will have access to weaponry, I'll have something more devastating to morons: A ticket book... :)
My personal heroes include schoolteachers and retired bureacrats who made a difference in the lives of people around them.
My personal heroes include people who lead in the community not by their assigned task, but in the manner in which they conduct themselves.
The title is, in the end, insignificant. I don't give a a damn "what he did for a living; I care who he was.
Give me a Good Man over a Good Cop any day of the week, twice on Sundays.
I posted a follow-up post on Perspectives-- I found out what happened to Tony.
--Matt G (The cop.)
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