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Too Late To Stop

 

Texting while Driving

Distracted driving

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Bob Comeans

You were texting. I wasn’t wearing my seat belt.

You were distracted. I was speeding.

You pulled your car out. I didn’t have time to react.

We hit at close to 60 mph,

Head on.

Your dashboard broke your left leg.

My windshield fractured my skull and broke my neck.

You were crying. I was silent.

Your heart beat faster. My heart beat stopped.

You were stabilized and given pain meds.

I was stabilized and medics pumped my heart and breathed for me.

Your ER doctor cast your leg.

My ER doctor called for Life Flight.

You were released and driven home.

I was admitted and flown to a trauma center.

Your family will comfort you. My family will comfort each other.

You survived. I died.

This shouldn’t have happened,

To you.

To me.

Please, before it’s too late,

Stop.

(This story is a work of fiction based on cold, hard facts)

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He May Just Be My Son

By Bob Comeans

We shared a dream.

This weekend my 19 year old son becomes a public servant. He will be third rider on a county ambulance as he starts his practicals for his Advanced Emergency Medical Technician.

Having just spent months in lectures, taking exams, and practicing techniques on fellow students, he will now step into the real world of emergency medicine. There is nothing like it.

The pager goes off, the tones sound, and the call information is broadcast. The doors are slammed and the lights are on before the dispatcher stops talking. A quick look at the map and the wail of your siren is heard before the tires hit the street.

Your adrenaline hits you as you mentally prepare for what you’re about to experience. Someone needs you, someone trusts you, and someone is about to answer their call.

In less than the next eight minutes you may change someone’s life, or they may change yours. You will see and do things that most people will never see or do. You will very quickly grow, learn, and mature.

Care for yourself son, as much as you care for your patients. They will need you, as much as you need yourself.

It’s good out there, but not all good. Trust yourself, your partner, and your growing instincts. Listen to your gut. Listen to experience.

I shared your dream. I responded to calls for three and a half years on an ambulance service. Not long, but long enough.

When I hear a siren this weekend, I will pause, and offer a quick prayer, for the responders, for their patients, and for that courageous young man who may be looking into your eyes for the first time this weekend, saying, “It’s okay, we’re here to help.”

That young man, he may just be my son.