SEE YOU ON THE RIVER.

February 12, 2007

I wrote this one after a call that reminded me why I ever chose this job in the first place. It wasn’t dramatic. No sirens blaring, no CPR in progress, no heroic intervention. Just a quiet moment with a man who had lived a long life and still had kindness to give. In the middle of the chaos that defines EMS—paperwork, burnout, angry patients, bureaucratic nonsense—this gentleman gave me something rare: perspective. We talked like old friends. About fishing, marriage, family. It was the kind of call that doesn’t get logged in the highlights, but stays with you far longer than any trauma ever could. Writing this was my way of saying thank you—to him, and to the moments that pull us back to what really matters.