Sunday, September 27, 2009

Irony or Tragedy?

Could this just be one one life's little ironies? One of those quirky EMS shift enders?

You're throwing a gas mask back and forth like a football on Friday, flirting with the pretty newscasters, trying to convince your partner NOT to eat the chocolate covered bacon from the little candy shop down the block...

Saturday, before the suns even cracked the horizon, before the traffic, the kids, the dogs, the paperboy- before most people in town are starting real life you're working a traumatic arrest on a five year old who's been gunned down and isn't getting back up- no matter what you do...

Five years old, five years old...

2 comments:

Ckemtp said...

There just aren't any words for that.

No words.

We're not the cause of the events of the world. We're not the solution. We're the observers and the hands that God sometimes uses to intervene.

God also decreed that there'd be alcohol. Um, I mean sunsets. You should drink more sunsets.

Pedro the Paramedic said...

I love sunsets- in moderation of course.