"The call came and someone needed help. We loaded up in the truck and out we ran, not knowing yet what we were responding to.
When the call comes in we never stop to ask, who's calling, what is their age, what is their gender, what is their race or why are they calling, we just go.
We took a silent oath and chose a career that gets little thanks, an expectation rather than an little appreciation. We get yelled at, spit at, hit and sometimes even worse dare we not say.
We never know what a shift will entail. Will it be non-eventful or will it be non stop. Will we come home tomorrow or will this be our last call.
When did what we do, no longer make a difference? When did people stop caring so much that our responding to their emergency became an inconvenience?
When the men and women responded that day to the towers being hit, did they pause and say, "oh no we can't go because we might get hurt"? No, they responded not just because it's our job, but for the love of human kind.
The deep burning passion to help another human. One in need, one who needs your assistance, your experience but mostly your compassion.
Through the years many have served and sadly many have died, serving and helping others. Not for the money, not for the glory, but because of a deep burning passion inside to help, to give, to love.
Let us remember all of our fallen brothers and sisters. Let us dig deep into our souls and learn to love one another again and not take a day for granted, for tomorrow may never come.
Dedicated to all the men and women who have served in the military or as first responders.
To all the folks in life who have given unconditionally.
To those who have given their life for the greater act of kindness and the love of God."
- Paul Adams, EMT
