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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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More Popular Than Santa Claus

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

By Bob Comeans

They told me I was more popular than Santa Claus, and that was saying something because they had three Santa Claus.

I am an artist, a caricature artist. Have been since ninth grade, just never knew it until about seven years ago. Since then I’ve drawn thousands of pictures of kids, teens, adults, elderly, babies, pets, and everyone in-between. Continue reading

At the Window, She Was Always There

Windows

By Bob Comeans

She was always there…

Whether I was walking to my first day of kindergarten, my last day of high school, driving off to work, or moving across the country.

She was always there…

Standing at the picture window with her hand raised, a smile on her face, waving goodbye as we left one more time.

She was always there… Continue reading

Murder. Anguish, Hope, and I Try to Survive

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By Bob Comeans

Many years ago I knew a fine young man.

He was popular, had a great personality, and could play the piano so well he could make you cry. We would go to the movies, get a pizza, or just hang out. He was about my height, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

He had a wonderful sense of humor, and especially liked to tease with his parents. He was a great kid who dressed as Santa for the younger neighbor children at Christmas. He always had a big candy cane for the little boy next door.

Norman Rockwell would have loved to paint this family. This young man had loving parents, two brothers, and a sister. God was good to this family.

I was eight years older than him, but he was one of my best friends.

This normal, well-adjusted teenager entered high school, but he didn’t finish. He entered ninth grade, but he didn’t finish. Continue reading

25 Things To Know Before Your First Tattoo

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By Bob Comeans

A Tattoo…

Does not make you a better person. Does not make you a worse person.

Does not make you friends, and should not make you enemies.

Don’t rush your decision, the anticipation is often more rewarding.

Is permanent. Not much else in life really is. Continue reading

It’s All About Him

Patriot Guard Riders

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