One of the best, and probably the most informative blog I’ve come across is The EMT Spot. Steve is hosting this month’s edition of The Handover, the only one I’ve missed. I wrote this as a comment but figured I’d post it here.
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When it all Came Together
The dog was dead. The woman stood in the middle of the road, screaming. The car that struck the dog was gone.
My partner at the time called it HHS and looked bored. (HHS is short for Hysterical Hispanic Syndrome in these parts.)
I walked over to the woman, tried to get her out of the road and into the rescue. She wouldn’t leave her dog. A bystander told me the woman was deaf, her dog specially trained to assist with doorbells and other sounds.
This was a bond that went deeper than one would have first thought. The dead dog had been her companion for eight years, offering everything to a woman who lived in silence.
I stood in the roadway, trying to think of a way out of this predicament while my partner, who was actually the senior person on our crew and supposedly in charge talked on the phone picking players for his fantasy football team.
I got a sheet from the truck, bent over the dead dog, carefully wrapped him in the sheet, leaving his dead face exposed and presented the body to the woman. She stopped screaming, cradled the body and walked out of the street and into her apartment, and closed the door.
Then and there I knew that all the medical training in the world is useless in a person who has no heart. I decided to stay on the rescue after ten years fighting fires.
I haven’t looked back, and have no regrets.