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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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He Called Me Jim

Soon to have damaged knees

By Bob Comeans

There were thirteen of us, all named Jim, even the girls.

It just made it easier for Grandpa.

Thirteen cousins, Jim, Joe, Jerry, Jeff, Judy, Jim, Joe, Jeff, Jerry, Bob, Mike, Bill, Kathleen. Lot of J names there. It just kind of ran that way in a couple of the families.

Who could really keep track of all those names anyway?

Grandpa was a working man. The kind of man who could wear out an anvil with a rubber hammer, and those poor, “beat to heck” hands of his proved it. Continue reading

The Resurrection Run Revisited

56/365 morning run

By Bob Comeans

I finally gave in.

Last Saturday I ran in my first ever 5K road race. Well, ran, is a subjective term. Let’s just say I was putting one foot in front of another to achieve forward motion. I was able to keep this up for about forty one of the longest minutes I’ve experienced in quite a while.

This had all started about six weeks earlier at our church, Legacy Christian, when Pastor Roy Roberson started talking about “The Resurrection Run.”

Just a nice little activity to get people out into nature, exercising, and to raise a litte money for the Coweta Pregnancy Services. Not sure if it was to prevent, or promote, the before mentioned services. Never did find out, but I trust that it was all good. Continue reading

Three Kidney Donors, Moms Who Gave To Save, A Son and A Brother

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By Bob Comeans

I have three women in my life who are special.

They all have several things in common.

One, they all know me, which in itself really isn’t anything special. Two, they really don’t think they are anything special, and three, they are living kidney donors which, in my mind, makes them pretty darn special.

Living kidney donors, what does that mean, exactly? Continue reading