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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.

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I was That Girl to That Man

Please welcome this guest post,

By Kathleen Comeans

That girl…that was how he began to refer to me, and I was okay with that.

I was that girl he would ask every day what was my schedule.

I was that girl he would call in the middle of the night to make sure I had made it home safely.

I was that girl who shared breakfast with him, every morning, for three and a half years. Continue reading

It’s All About Him

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By Bob Comeans

Daddy born poor with three sisters and six brothers,
Moving round and round trying to make one day to another.
Daddy’s daddy told him early on sometimes family’s not your need,
It’s all about Him, It’s not about me.

Bob found Carol there would never be another, Continue reading

Daddy, Cancer, and a Beautiful Journey Home

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By Bob Comeans

Dad never knew. By the time he was diagnosed with lung cancer he was sedated into unconsciousness, on a respirator, and lying in an intensive care unit.

I had received the phone call twelve hours earlier from my sister in Ohio, “Dad’s having trouble breathing. We’re going to the hospital.”

I got in the car and drove for nine hours. Continue reading