Always worth a re-post. WHEN GOD MADE PARAMEDICS.... When the Lord made Paramedics, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, Youre doing a lot of fiddling around on this one. And the Lord said, Have you read the specs on this order? A paramedic has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector wouldnt touch, and not wrinkle their uniform. They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they know will never breath again. They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee and half- eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands. The angel shook her head slowly and said, Six pairs of hands...no way. Its not the hands that are causing me problems, said the Lord, Its the three pairs of eyes a medic has to have. Thats on the standard model? asked the angel. The Lord nodded. One pair that sees open sores as they are drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive, (When they already know and wish they had taken an accounting job.) Another pair here in the side of their heads for their partners safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say,Youll be all right maam., when they know it isnt so. Lord, said the angel, touching his sleeve, rest and work on this tomorrow. I cant, said the Lord, I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck. The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly, Can it think? she asked. You bet, said the Lord. It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its sense of humor. This medic also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victims family, and then read in the daily paper how paramedics were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing the person to die. A house which had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back. Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the paramedic. Theres a leak, she pronounced. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model. Thats not a leak, said the Lord, Its a tear. Whats the tear for? asked the angel. Its for bottled-up emotions, for patients theyve tried in vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a persons chance to survive, for life. Youre a genius, said the angel. The Lord looked somber. I didnt put it there, He said. -- Author Unknown
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 16:05:33 +0000
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