Twelve Hours

For 12 hours at a time, we sit around and wait;
Waiting for that young woman who calls scared because her child is sick.
For the 70 year old woman who has chest pains with a history of heart problems.
For the famous call at 3 o�clock in the morning, just to check someone�s blood pressure.
For the 18 year old who shouldn�t have been drinking,
And surely had no business driving thereafter.
For the baby who drinks household cleaner and faces the possibility of death if we don�t arrive in time.
For that full code at midnight that happens every so often,
Just to keep everyone on their toes.
For the fire that could�ve been prevented, had the matches not been left where the five year old could reach them.
For the fire that couldn�t have been prevented, and the parents blame themselves for their child�s death.
For that 12 hours, lives change.
We may see all of that and more.
We may see nothing at all.
But we�re there. Waiting for the call.
We are the men and women; EMT�s and Firefighters,
Who make up one of the world�s most reliable agencies.
We are the heroes, both recognized and otherwise, who make up the 911 system that you learn about in grade school.
We are Emergency Medical Services.

More importantly, always remember to be safe.
Drink responsibly, and for God�s sake, don�t drink and drive EVER.
Don�t leave children unattended.
The child that won�t, will.
The "worst that can happen" is always a possibility.
Wear seatbelts. Place children in child restraints.
Don�t ever underestimate danger. It�s always there lurking.
We�re here to help when it strikes.
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