I'm Sorry
My Mom's an EMT
I
always get a hug and kiss
Sorry if we woke you in the middle of the night
But someone in your neighborhood is fighting for his
life.
Sorry if we block the road and make you turn around,
But there's been a bad wreck with dying children on
the ground.
When you see us coming you'll understand
Let us have the right-of-way - someone needs a helping
hand
Sometimes a child is choking, sometimes a broken leg.
Sometimes a heart stops beating, and when we get there
it's too late.
So if you see us crying when we think we're alone
You'll know we had a "bad" one and we're feeling
mighty down.
We don't do it for the money -- you know we don't get
paid.
We don't do it for the glory but for a life that might
be saved.
Somewhere deep within us our souls are crying out
"We're here to help our neighbors in their hour
of pain and doubt."
God gave us something special to help us see you through
We do it 'cause we love you, and we care about you too.
It
doesn't matter day or night
When off the pager goes
She grabs her bag and her vest
To help people she doesn't know.
She tells me not to worry,
She tells me that she loves me lots
But is always in a hurry.
So I will share her for awhile
They may be sick or hurt or dying
Or their car may be on fire.
I am as proud as I can be
I wave and I blow kisses
Knowing someone needs her more than me.
Whose babies are at her feet
She saves a child that's choking
On a piece of meat. She comforts the father
Whose daughter she pulled from a car
She cares and prays for her in the ambulance
Knowing the hospital may be to far. My mom does this cause she wants too,
She doesn't get any pay.
My mom does this to help people
And for the life that may be saved I meet my mom at the door
When she gets back from her call
I tell her that I missed her
But that I love her most of all. Sometimes my mom is happy
They saved a life that day
At times my mom is crying
Cause the call didn't go that way. I hug her after every call
And she says that she loves me
And I know that when I get older
I too will be an EMT! Written by Lisa Donohoe
(using the thoughts and words of her 5 yr old daughter)
Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet
neatly tucked under four corners of a hospital mattress
located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain
has ceased to function and that, for all practical purposes,
my life has ended.
When that happens, do not attempt to
instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.
And don't call this my deathbed.
Let it be called the "Bed of Life,"
and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen the sun rise,
a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart
has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to a teenager who has been pulled
from the wreckage of his or her car,
so that he or she might live to see his or her grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist week to week.
Take my bones, every nerve and muscle in my body and find a way
to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary and let them grow so that,
someday a speechless boy
will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
And when you bury me,
let it be my faults, my weakness and all
prejudices against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil;
Give my soul to GOD.
Remember me, with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do as I ask I will live FOREVER
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