The Lord and EMT's

[Guest guest]

When the Lord made EMT's and Paramedics, he was into his sixth day of overtime

when an angel appeared and said, " You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this

one. "

And the Lord said, " Have you read the specs on this order? An EMS provider has

to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge

stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector

wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform. "

" They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, crawl into wrecked cars

with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as they are doing

CPR on a baby they know will never breathe again. "

" They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep,

black coffee and half-eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands. "

The angel shook her head slowly and said, " Six pairs of hands...no way. "

" It's not the hands that are causing me problems, " said the Lord, " It's the

three pairs of eyes a medic has to have. "

" That's on the standard model? " asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. " One pair that sees open sores as they're drawing blood and

asks the patient if they may be HIV positive, " (when they already know and wish

they'd taken that accounting job.) Another pair here in the side of the head for

their partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look

supportively at a frightened person and gently explain that their spouse of many

years has departed this life. "

" Lord, " said the angel, touching his sleeve, " rest and work on this tomorrow. "

" I can't, " said the Lord, " I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound

drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of

five on a private service paycheck. "

The angel circled the model of the medic very slowly, " Can it think? " she asked.

" You bet, " said the Lord. " It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite

drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue

CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its

sense of humor. This medic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal

with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their

door, comfort an assault victim's family, and then read an article in the daily

paper about responders being too slow to locate a house (a house which had no

street sign and no house numbers.) "

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the medic.

" There's a leak, " she pronounced. " I told you that you were trying to put too

much into this model. "

" That's not a leak, " said the Lord, " It's a tear. "

" What's the tear for? " asked the angel.

" It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for

commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to

survive, for seeing an accident victim walk again, for the family time they will

miss while serving the community, for life. "

" You're a genius, " said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. " I didn't put it there, " He said.

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[Guest guest]

Just wanted to say thank you for writing this......

Mark Potter wrote: When the Lord made EMT's and

Paramedics, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and

said, " You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one. "

And the Lord said, " Have you read the specs on this order? An EMS provider has

to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge

stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes the health inspector

wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform. "

" They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, crawl into wrecked cars

with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as they are doing

CPR on a baby they know will never breathe again. "

" They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep,

black coffee and half-eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands. "

The angel shook her head slowly and said, " Six pairs of hands...no way. "

" It's not the hands that are causing me problems, " said the Lord, " It's the

three pairs of eyes a medic has to have. "

" That's on the standard model? " asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. " One pair that sees open sores as they're drawing blood and

asks the patient if they may be HIV positive, " (when they already know and wish

they'd taken that accounting job.) Another pair here in the side of the head for

their partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look

supportively at a frightened person and gently explain that their spouse of many

years has departed this life. "

" Lord, " said the angel, touching his sleeve, " rest and work on this tomorrow. "

" I can't, " said the Lord, " I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound

drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of

five on a private service paycheck. "

The angel circled the model of the medic very slowly, " Can it think? " she asked.

" You bet, " said the Lord. " It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite

drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue

CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its

sense of humor. This medic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal

with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their

door, comfort an assault victim's family, and then read an article in the daily

paper about responders being too slow to locate a house (a house which had no

street sign and no house numbers.) "

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the medic.

" There's a leak, " she pronounced. " I told you that you were trying to put too

much into this model. "

" That's not a leak, " said the Lord, " It's a tear. "

" What's the tear for? " asked the angel.

" It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for

commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to

survive, for seeing an accident victim walk again, for the family time they will

miss while serving the community, for life. "

" You're a genius, " said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. " I didn't put it there, " He said.

________________________________

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This e-mail message is intended to be received only by persons

entitled to receive the confidential information it may contain. E-mail messages

to clients of Hopkins County Memorial Hospital may contain information that is

confidential and legally privileged. Please do not read, copy, forward, or store

this message unless you are an intended recipient of it. If you have received

this message in error, please forward it to the sender and delete it completely

from your computer system.