One Possible Day
You wake up in the morning and you are on your way
To work your shift, which is a 24 ~day.
When the alarm sounds, you are ambulance bound,
And regardless of fear or fright, it won’t stop this medical flight.
You know your job and you give it your best,
Regardless of danger, or that other thing ~~~Stress!!
You might not know what happened at that numbered address,
A shooting, a stabbing, or even a full arrest.
There are only two people, and you work as a air
For this patients needs, you give emergency care.
You are off to Sid Pete with a patient aboard ~~~
Your partner say, “Hit It”, and the sirens roar.
As you drive through traffic to the E.R. door.
You deliver your patient, and step back and stare,
And the thought still remains ~~~ did I give my best care?
But regardless of knowledge or how much you knew,
When it that time, there is nothing you can do.
You are stressed and angered and feel a lot of pain,
When you read the daily paper and recognize the name.
You ask your Lord, as you sit in awe,
You don’t hear the answer but instead, another call.
It is a newborn baby, Lifeless and blue,
You have the answer, you know what to do.
You drop to the floor and give him a breath,
You feel for a pulse and pump his chest.
And hope the little baby will take a deep breath.
He opens his eyes and starts to frown,
Then a cry comes out ~~~ What a beautiful sound!!
You get back to your station to finish your shift,
And suddenly realize this medical gift.
You spend hours, months and years on end
Training and learning this medical trend.
After each shift you thank your Lord above,
For protecting you and the ones that you love.
You drive to your home in need of some rest,
So when you come back, you can give it your best.
By~ Stephen T. Crowe 1997