TWIN BROTHERS

Teenage twins, Who were on the honor roll at school.  They were liked by all their teachers, And their peers thought they were cool.

They both excelled at football, and were captains of the team.  The world was handed to them, On a platter so it seemed.  Both of them were seniors, With just a dozen days to go.  They had scholarships to a University, With dreams of turning pro.

Senior Prom was May the 30th, It was a night to party loud, A night no matter what you did, You'd be untouchable like a cloud.  Paul and Mike knew what they had, A future paved in gold, With pen and paper in their hand, To write the greatest story told.

Both of them knew right from wrong, They knew the pressures that they faced, For if they gave in just this once, It could kill the dreams they chased.  When they arrived to party, They saw a dozen kegs or so, But figured they'd be pure as rain, If they stood their ground with, "No."

"Hey Paul and Mike, how 'bout a drink?  We've got some Miller and Miller Light." "No, thanks," said Mike, "I'd rather not, I think I'll drink some Sprite."  "Oh come on Mike, it's just a drink, don't be a wimp my friend." "Hey, Joe, look, I just said no, now don't you ask again."

Paul and Mike both watched their friends, pass out upon the floor.  They sat and watched for hours now, And couldn't take it anymore.  All around the floor they saw, Their friends in puke and beer, And up upon the ceiling, Food on the chandelier.  They got up and grabbed their things, and out the house they soared, To leave the house that made them sick.

Jumping into their Ford. both Paul and Mike  slammed their doors, started the car and shifted into drive.  They smiled and laughed and hollered aloud, Just happy to be alive.

Joe came staggering behind them, as the boys drove down the street, "No fair, you've got ahead of me, But Joe won't be beat."  Joe climbed into his truck, Painted black with a stripe of blue, "Nobody's faster than Joe Slager, I'll show the two of you."

Joe spun his truck around, Then put the pedal to the floor.  "I'll show you boys who's faster now, and who the chicks adore."  Joe never slowed a bit, he was blowing by cars like wind, he saw a Taurus in front of him, "There you are," he grinned.

Joe saw some lights ahead, red lights blinking and coming down, and the Taurus in front had come to a stop, Joe's grin now turned to a frown.

He screamed and hollered and honked his horn, but unable to stop Joe hit the Taurus in the back, sending both Paul and Mike full steam ahead, onto the railroad tracks.

Joe watched in terror, as the train plowed through his friends car, and watched their hopes and all their dreams, come to a bitter end.

Joe knew just what he'd done, and he knew exactly why, he stood by the tracks in shock and numb still yet, to shed a tear and cry.

How could he have done this, What will people say, "Oh God, I pray, please help me.  He climbed out of his pickup truck, deeply horrified.  He walked out onto the railroad track, and sat amongst the wreck and cried.
                                  Don't Drink and Drive
    The Last Call

I stood staring out the station
bay window, staring onto the
black rain soaked street.

The station is quiet, the rig is
silent, the faint sound of
sirens past echo in my ears.

The smell of diesel hangs in
the air like a vivid dream.

It's 3 a.m., I still see the pain.
I still see the fear. I still hear
the sorrow.  I cannot sleep.

The silence is pierced by the
emergency tone, my heart
begins to beat fast, a
thousand thoughts rush my
mind in an instant, what kind
of terror has shattered the

As the bay door opens, the
rig awakens with mighty

The dispatcher tells of a baby
who will not wake up.

The dark silent street
suddenly comes to life, red
pulses of light disturb the
night, sirens shatter the eerie

My heart feels like it will
explode, I must cage my
fear, my sorrow , my pain.

The doctor tells the parents their baby is now in God's hands, his ever loving embrace.

I walk what seems like a
thousand miles, I stand
outside of the hospital in the cold rain as the tears stream down my flushed cheeks.

I replay over and over the
baby's lifeless thousand mile stare, this time the angels beat us to the call.

I feel empty. I feel cheated. I feel angry.

It's 5 a.m., I stare blankly out the station bay window. I am
numb. The sounds of painful
cries echo in my ears, the
smell of diesel is intoxicating.
The rain gently falls.
The night is silent.
By Ben Deacon, EMT
The next time you hear a siren in the distance, don't just say a prayer for the victims and their families.

Say a prayer for the people
that face these tragedies every day and do the best they can to save someone that is loved.

We never see the tears of these brave men and women, but God does.
The Next Time You Hear a Siren
       I AM, THE EMT

I see your Family and Friends as you never see them.

Mighty and small they are beggars before me, their faces all frightened, beseeching, bewildered and hopeful of help from one more frightened than any...

I see their pitiful nakedness, their limbs twisted, their bodies tattered, their blood on the asphalt, their children crying. They trust me to help them. The know I will help them.

I see their illness too in your big cities. Their fevers I feel as you dream at midnight in little towns. They call to me whose hearts are aching and whose dreams are shattered and they touch me with their weariness.

Sometimes they seek me who are simply alone and who cannot bear the night, and I am their servant too.

Fallen from tractors in fields I find them, and in stilled cars they are silent and pale on cold rainy nights. The crunching of glass under black heavy boots tells my coming. I fold them in blankets.

My beacons light up your streets as their babies are born. My wail carries down your boulevards, past your shiny glass walls, your stockyards and quiet farms, and your people look up from their work as I go by. Time is metered in heartbeats.

I fight the battles to keep them alive. I cover their eyes when they breathe no more.

My partner is a hero, but no one knows his name.
"What do you do for a living?" my neighbor asked me. I told him my usual reply, "I'm a Paramedic. I work on an ambulance." Without fail, the reaction is always the same: "I could NEVER do that!" I think anyone in EMS has had this exact same conversation a thousand times. 

What I find interesting though is the variety of answers you get when you ask "why". Some mention they don't like people enough to help them, others mention the hours and sitting in an ambulance all day without a station, but most people have a big hangup with the gore.

The other day I had one of the goriest calls of recent memory and I found myself puzzled at the prospect that the blood and the smell and the guts didn't bother me, but the "gore" itself did. This may sound strange as most people look at those two things as one in the same, but to me they are distinctly different.

It was a busy Friday night and my partner and I were laughing about how bad my driving was this particular night. Over the past couple of weeks I had a lot on my mind and I wasn't myself on shift. When I am patient man, I usually snap myself right into work mode, however when I drive it doesn't hold the same interest for me and I tend to get scatterbrained now and then. We heard the firefighters radio channel dispatch out a man with a gun threatening suicide and we happened to be in the area. Not long after we were sent to the same call and we were advised to stage for the police.

Staging is quite possibly one of the greatest benefits of being on the ambulance. The police go in first, make sure everything is safe, then tell us to come in. It adds an element of safety to our job that so many people take for granted. Tonight was one night I'm glad we staged.
We parked behind the fire truck around the corner awaiting word from the police to come in and handle the psych eval. I had my feet crossed as I slouched in the seat getting comfortable anticipating a long standoff and my partner chatted with his girlfriend on the cellular phone. We had been there about 10 minutes when we heard "bang". Chaos ensued.

About 30 seconds after the shot, we were frantically being waved in by the police officers and lead to the man laying on the ground in a pool of blood. One of the officers ran along side of us saying "He shot himself in the left temple with an exit on the right side of his skull." We rushed to his side with the fire department and we could hear a rescue (paramedics) getting dispatched to our call.

As we approached the sergeant on scene yelled at us to stop in our tracks. A head of us was the weapon about 1 foot in front of our stretcher that we almost ran over. My partner and I looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief that someone noticed us before we contaminated the crime scene.

The fire guys were already next to the patient who much to our surprise was still talking. Or at least trying to talk. He was mumbling as blood filled his mouth from the bullet's puncturing the sinuses. Everyone seemed stunned watching this man die as no one was doing any definitive care. I yelled at one of the firefighters to suction his airway while another grabbed an airway adjunct. I layed the backboard down next to the patient and instructed my partner to get a bag valve mask ready. I told them to load him quick and I'll go set up some I.V.s.

I ran to the ambulance and set up two I.V.s and the firefighters came screaming around the corner with the patient. They loaded him in still frantic from the nature of the call. I instructed one to check for a pulse, he said there is none and was going to get the defibrillator. I told him to forget the defib and start CPR. My partner was starting an IV as the rescue arrived. After a brief report we were off to the hospital.

As I pulled away I looked back and saw several officers trying to console this man's wife. He was 65 years old and he shot himself in front of her, ending a 5 year battle with depression. I remembered realizing that with his depression coming to such a violent end, she will now carry on his pain with a violent beginning to her own depression.

Despite the lousy night I had with driving I had my focus back for this drive. It seemed as though I could see every bump miles before we reached them, and made a safe quick trip to the trauma center.

15 minutes after arrival, at 4:03AM, our patient was pronounced dead by the trauma doctor. We all left the room a bit quietly after looking at the devastation a single bullet caused to this man's head. The right side was completely open and his skull was shattered. Much of his brain and fallen out the side and there were many small shreads of gray matter on the floor. We knew that the mess in the back of the ambulance would have to be handled at the main ambulance hub so we threw the uncleaned stretcher back in and made way for home.

As we arrived I opened the back doors and had a look at the big mess. There was blood everywhere and small pieces of brain matter. Giant pools of clotted blood making long stretches of half solid/half liquid blood near the corners and the stretcher catch. I grabbed a rag mumbling about the mess when as I started to throw pieces away it dawned on me. This wasn't a mess I was cleaning up, this was a person I was cleaning up. These little pieces of his brain once held hopes, dreams, aspirations, and his memories. It was somewhat saddening to think of it this way, but once I had begun, I couldn't think of it otherwise.

It took over an hour and a half to get the back cleaned up. Blood was everywhere. We estimate he lost about 2/3 of his blood in the back of our truck. I had cleaned up blood, guts, vomit, and even stool one time from the back of the truck. This time though there was a definite sadness to things. It didn't gross me out to pick up his remains, but rather it saddened me to hold a piece of his 65 years of life, a memory that no money could buy, or a dream that was never realized, gone with a gentle squeeze of a handgun.
EMS---What I DO
A medic's job requires extensive ongoing training to keep him or her at the highest level of training.

Typically a paramedic must go through hundreds of hours of class work, field and hospital training, and practical exams, normally requiring two or more years to complete beginning at the EMT-Basic level.

Once the initial class work is completed, the paramedic must take several additional courses often times required by the resource agency he or she chooses to work from, or that his or her ambulance provider uses.

Examples of these required courses are Advanced Cardiac Life Support, Pediatric Advanced Life Support, and Advanced Trauma Life Support, as well as the resource hospital's practical exams, field work, hospital work, and written testing.

A paramedic is required in Michigan to re-licence every four years, after having completed ongoing refresher and training courses throughout each year, and to recertify in Provider CPR every two years.
A medic must be familiar with, and proficient in applying and or operating, numerous pieces of equipment necessary to complete their tasks. They must also be familiar with operating the emergency vehicle they will use.
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Be kind to your kids...they pick your nursing home.

By the time you learn to be a good parent...
You're out of a job !

Children grow up to be adults...
but Parents are Parents forever !!

Don't let your parents down;
they brought you up !

Insanity is hereditary.
You get it from your children.

It's easy for a parent to hear himself talking
All he has to do is listen to his children!

CONTINUED Parenthood is the art of bringing your children up
without putting them down.

Raising kids is like
being pecked to death
by a chicken.

Sending children to college is educational for parents.
It teaches them to do without many things.

The best inheritance a parent can give their children,
is a good example.

There are two things we should give our children...
one is roots...the other is wings.

To be in your children's memories tomorrow...
You have to be in their lives today.

You can't scare me....I have kids !!
As the pager tones sounded for that dreaded call, The adrenaline pumped, the fear wound up in a ball.  "Two car MVA with injuries" the dispatcher confessed, My fears grew worse as I got dressed. 

At the station, everyone came, Firefighters, EMTs, off-duty policemen who were the same.
They all knew it would be bad, We all prayed that for some family, tonight would not turn sad.

At the scene, steam hissed, people bawled, We counted five people in all.  Two adults and two kids in one car, one drunk in the other, Killed on impact were a father and a mother.
We told the chief to come and see, The police were needed, so was the M.E.

We covered the first two so the kids couldn't see, Their parents had ceased to be.  The drunk driver had a mere scratch, The other injuries would be no match. A boy and a girl, who were both wearing seatbelts, All we could see were just some welts.  Unannounced to us, because that was all we could see, Both kids had closed head injuries. Pulses dropped, blood pressures went sky high, We knew what that meant, but we weren't about to let them die.

We left the scene, racing down the road, Lights and sirens that was our code.  We got to the hospital not a moment too soon, As we leapt from the rig, we saw the full moon.  We got back to our senses, rushed the kids inside, Time was of the essence, since two had already died.

The police arrived at the hospital you know, The drunk driver between them, his head hung low.  The kids went from the E.R. to the O.R. in no time flat, The police said the mother was Veronica, the father was Matt.  Paperwork was finished, the rig equipment cleaned.  We hung around for awhile, but hours it seemed.  We waited and waited for news from nurse Able, Our hopes were soon dashed, both kids died on the table. When we got to the FFire house, everyone was still there, They were just talking, saving us a chair. We all talked, some of us cried, Over the fact that one was alive, and a family had died. 

The funerals were held sometime later; we were asked to attend, We all went, it helped us to mend.  Family was there, friends were too, They all thanked us, for it was the best that we could do.
It means dedication, loyalty, respect, suffering, pride, and enjoyment.

We have dedicated our lives to this profession.

We are loyal to our patients and the communities we serve.

We respect each other and our patients.

We suffer as much in the loss of a patient as their family does.

We take pride in a job well done.

And most of all we enjoy what we have decided to do.
What EMS Mean?
We handed over our patient and waited outside, We’d saved another life, our hearts filled with pride.  All of a sudden out of the blue, The radio crackled and screamed – “170”

I lunged for the handset, no smile on my face, Was someone in trouble? Should we make pace?  The dispatcher informed us we won’t have to ride,  Our patients a transfer, he was right inside.

We loaded our stretcher, not sure what we’d find, Went through the door, the cold air behind, Straight for the Trauma room, both of us went, Where for the last two hours our patient had spent.

Our patient, a male, all battered and bruised, As a punching bag he’d clearly
been used.  He’d been stabbed many times by some sort of knife, As he was trying very hard to hold onto life.

All the Doctors and Nurses did, was complain, They said they’d phoned for us again and again.  I looked at the patient, who was nearly dead, The words, “I can’t handle this” ran through my head.

This patient was critical, had not a chance,
We need a paramedic, who was more advanced.  My partner agreed and radioed in, As the feeling of death crept under my skin.

I looked on at his Sates. As they dropped lower, The Doctor just seemed to go slower and slower.  All of a sudden his heart rate was none, The patient was dying, he was nearly done.

We started to Recite. A prayer in our head,
Please Lord; don’t let this patient be dead.
We bagged and compressed with all our might, Hoping our patient was willing to fight.

The Recite went longer than it normally would, We did everything that we possibly could.  The Doctor said, “Stop, this patient is blue.”  There was not a thing more that we could do.

This patient he died and others will come,
There’s not one thing in this job that is fun.
I’ve thought about quitting, forgetting the sirens loud yelp, But there people out there in need of
my help.
                             I lost special friends today that I never even knew.

Oh, I recognized their faces.  I'd seen so many times before. wearing the uniforms of their profession, dirtied from previous calls I didn't know their hobbies or favorite foods; until today I didn't even know their names.  It didn't matter at the moment what their name’s had been.  What mattered most was that we had lost two fellow Paramedics.

You see, being a Paramedic is much more than showing up for work and drawing a paycheck. It's a commitment to your fellow man to be there when you are needed.

Paramedics are a unique family made up of individuals that share a common bond of service to others and a giving of your all so that others don't suffer.  It's rushing to scenes; it’s fighting with your entire heart, body and soul to save the life that is so desperately in need of your tender, loving care. It's defining the very embodiment of the term "public servant’s.”

My friends lived that commitment to the fullest, this is how I learned of their names. Their final call they rushed to the assistance of the sick and injured as they had done so many times before. 

This time however, they paid the ultimate price their lives.  They had always been there for others, but now we gather for them.  This we do to pay our respects for our hero’s; not because they died, but because they lived and served their fellow man well. 

As we pay our respects we pause and realize that for some greater reason unknown to us, their lies my friends. As I ponder the events that led me here, words alone cannot express the intense sorrow and yet, overwhelming pride that is felt.  Until today, I didn't know the name but I knew them well...

                                                                                      As my friends had been fellow Medics...
PLEASE Support Your Local EMS Medics & keep them in your prayers
I never dreamed it would be me, my name for all eternity, recorded here
at this hallow place, alas, my name,
no more my face. "In the line of duty," I hear them say: my family now the price to pay. My folded flag stained with their tears; we only had those
few short years.

The Patch no longer on my Sleeve, I sleep now in eternal rest. My sword I pass to those behind, and pray they keep this thought in mind.  I never dreamed it would be me, and with heavy heart and bended knee, I ask
for all here from the past: Dear God,
let my name be the last.
          The Provider
The baby doesn't cry, the mother wants to die and you, you don't want to pry into the loves of those who care, it all seems like a big nightmare. Trauma center, burn center, ER too, everyone does all that they can do. Death, a part of life, hard, we must accept it. Life is a gamble, life is a bet. Providers, you have not failed only if you have bailed- bailed out on the lives you care for, don't try less, and care more. Be strong, be tough, look deep within, and don’t commit that deep, dark sin. Think of your self as a life saver, don't let that thought waiver. You are you and I am me, but we all grow on the same tree. Be all that you can be, you are life, and you are the key.
I'm already going to lose you.

I don't even know your name.

In a world of flashing lights

The sounds of glass and steel breaking free,

For those few minutes, you belonged only to me.

It was I who cut your shirt away

To see your broken ribs

Watching you labour with each breath

As you fought to live.

It was I who wiped the blood away

When it pooled in your eyes,

It was I who watched your heart beat

As the Jaws freed you from your car.

When we finally freed you,

I was still there as we ran

To the back of the ambulance,

It was I who held your hand.

The sounds of the sirens

Rang loudly in my ears

I looked for some small sign,

Your lack of response renewed my fears.

I breathed for you when you could not,

I compressed your chest when your heart wouldn't beat.

I prayed for you with each failure,

I did not want to see defeat.

I finally had to walk away

Knowing the battle had been lost

I saw your father in the hallway,

One look, and I saw the awful cost.

I gathered my equipment together,

And I finally learned your name.

Only 21, I said beneath my breath,

My friends, I feel so drained.

Your blood alcohol came back zero,

The driver of the other car did not.

He was alive and breathing,

No witness to the battle we fought.

I don't know how to say good-bye

We never really said hello,

But a piece of you is with me

Everywhere I go.
Want to make a Paramedic cry, or drop to his knees, bury his face in his hands, bawl like a baby and slam his fist into the side of his ambulance?  Easy enough to do and it happens more frequently than you think.

Just load yourself up with "alcohol," add a few beers and some mixed drinks then drive your family home.  After you refused to listen to your wife suggest that maybe she should drive your male ego kicked in and you stated "Aw heck I can drive." 

Twenty minutes later you’re standing in the darkness on the side of a highway, with broken glass and spilled gasoline at your feet.  Your wife is screaming pinned beneath jagged edges of twisted steel.  Your two year old daughter is silent; your six year old son is sprawled face down in the mud some thirty feet away.

The Paramedics arrive and find the lives of the man who drove under the influence, has erased his family’s lives.  You turn to see the police speaking to the driver alcohol fill the air, you watch as he stumbles and slurs his speech as he tries to explain what happened.

The paramedic pauses for a moment and says a prayer; his eyes filling with tears, for the woman and children whose lives have ended so suddenly because of a drunk driver who had no regard for his family only "male ego".
EMT & Paramedic's Cry
    Their Last Call
My father was paramedic.  He rode in a big white ambulance and when he'd go to work each day he'd say, "I love you both."

Then Dad would not come home again 'til sometime the next day.  But the thing that bothered me the most was the thing's some folks would say,

"A paramedic's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays, and sometimes he won't run a call
for hours and hours."

When I first heard these words I was too young to understand but I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand.
Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye but little did we realizes
that night we all would cry.

My father lost his life that day when the ambulance was hit by a train and rolled and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life for someone
he did not know.

But not I truly realize the greatest gift a man can give is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live.

So as we go from day to day and we pray to God above say a prayer for your local paramedic, He may save the one's you love.
  This calling to give of oneself, Most do not understand.
But they stand ready all the time, To help their fellow man.
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I’m watching them race through the streets swerving and avoiding defeat
coming to the rescue again filled with hope before they begin

The siren blaring, lights real bright
they fill the darkened streets with light they calm these anxious fears of ours over us they do not tower

I will shed my share of tears but that will be in 4 more years don't tell me what I cannot be
I will become an EMT
By 14 y/o Jiordan
We Answer Your Call for Help
We see the injured and the sick as you have never seen them.  Mighty and small they are, we see your faces frightened, beseeching, bewildered, yet hopeful in our abilities and training providing you help with our response. We see your pain, we see you when you feel vulnerable, your limbs broken and twisted, bodies tattered, your blood on the asphalt, your children crying.

You trust us to help. You know we will help. We see and treat your illnesses too, in both small and large communities.  You call to us when hearts are aching and dreams are shattered, in your time of weariness and need.

Sometimes you’re alone and cannot bear the fear as my partner and I are your only chance of survival.  Fallen from a tractor in field we find you, stabbed in a dark ally, shot on bright boulevard, and in stilled cars we find you silent and pale cold and scared whether by day or night. The crunching of glass under our black heavy shoes tells that we are there to help.

We place a folded blanket over your body. Our beacons light up your streets as your babies are born or your children have been injured or ill.  Our siren wails echoing down your boulevards, past your shiny glass walls, your yards, and through your quiet rural farms, as you look up from your work as we go by.

We fight the battle to keep you alive. We thank God when we win, we cover your eyes, when we have lost, and you breathe no more, we say a quite prayer for you and your family.

We are the EMT’s and Paramedics who serve your communities big or small, always ready to answer your call.

Written by:  Dave D.
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                                   I Lost Two Special Friends Today that I never even knew.
Oh, I recognized their faces.  I'd seen so many times before. Wearing the uniforms of their profession, dirtied from previous calls I didn't know their hobbies or favorite foods; until today I didn't even know their names.  It didn't matter at the moment what their name’s had been.  What mattered most was that we had lost two fellow Paramedics.

You see, being a Paramedic is much more than showing up for work and drawing a paycheck. It's a commitment to your fellow man to be there when you are needed.

Paramedics are a unique family made up of individuals that share a common bond of service to others and a giving of your all so that others don't suffer.  It's rushing to scenes; it’s fighting with your entire heart, body and soul to save the life that is so desperately in need of your tender, loving care. It's defining the very embodiment of the term "public servant’s.”

My friends lived that commitment to the fullest; this is how I learned of their names. Their final call they rushed to the assistance of the sick and injured as they had done so many times before. 

This time however, they paid the ultimate price their lives.  They had always been there for others, but now we gather for them.  This we do to pay our respects for our hero’s; not because they died, but because they lived and served their fellow man well. 

As we pay our respects we pause and realize that for some greater reason unknown to us, their lies my friends. As I ponder the events that led me here, words alone cannot express the intense sorrow and yet, overwhelming pride that is felt.  Until today, I didn't know the name but I knew them well...

                                                                                  As my friends had been fellow Medics...
                                         EMT Leroy Kemp 85, of the Tioga Center Fire Department & Emergency Squad
                                                       Killed in a traffice collision responding to a medical call.
                                                                                Died January 12, 2010
                                                                               From:  Tioga Center, NY

                                                   EMT Kemp has been added to the Line of Duty Deaths for 2010
Medic Killed in Off Duty Accident Laid to Rest
04-16-2010 The radio beside the flag-draped coffin crackled. "Elizabeth Ann Mitchell, out of service, 12:29," the dispatcher announced to the more than 100 mourners gathered in a Selma cemetery on Tuesday, April 13 2010.   Mitchell, a newly minted Emergency Medical Technician, was 24 years old when she died April 8 in a head-on car collision that also injured her husband. The other driver crossed the center line striking the Mitchells' car.

Five days later, a Johnston Ambulance Service squad brought Troy B. Mitchell, 37, from WakeMed to Selma for the funeral of his wife of two years.  Friends and family said Mitchell found her passion in life as she worked toward the EMT certification she earned in January. A mother of two young children, she volunteered with Selma EMS every four days and joined the private Johnston Ambulance Service just five days before her death. 

As a Medic, Mitchell saw a way to help others and to create a better life for herself and her children.  "She finally found her purpose in life," said Lucy Meese, Troy Mitchell's aunt. "A jewel in the making, and she got shined up at the last minute. That's how life is sometimes."

Local law enforcement and Emergency Services came to pay tribute to Mitchell. Dozens of white-shirted Medical Personnel streamed from Parrish Funeral Home in Selma as the doors opened after her funeral, as a few fellow workers lifted Elizabeth's coffin into a black-draped ambulance.

A procession that consisted of dozens of Police cars, Fire trucks, Ambulances and civilian vehicles followed the draped Ambulance through Selma, hitting their sirens and horns as they passed under a huge U.S. flag draped between the ladders of two Fire Trucks.

"This is like a dignitary service -- she never would have dreamed of this," Meese said.  The showing was a tribute to the respect and honor all Emergency Personnel hold for their own, said Assistant Selma EMS chief Paul Nicholson. "We laugh together, we cry together, and when it's necessary, we bury each other together," he said.

Jason Garner, a full-time paramedic with Selma EMS, said that though Mitchell was new, she was eager to learn and was blossoming into a talented life saver. On a recent call to help a woman with respiratory help, Mitchell calmed the patient even as chaos swirled around them

"It was just natural," said Garner, who was Mitchell's partner when she worked the D shift. And when she wasn't out on calls during her 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. shifts, Mitchell slowly opened up to her new squad mates, often talking about her children, 5-year-old Nicholas and 3-year-old Jasmine, or picking their brains for medical knowledge.  "It's a family," Garner said. "You don't even know that until you see something like this."

Eventually, Mitchell wanted to become a flight medic, and she planned to gain her certified nursing assistant and paramedic certifications. On her days off, when she wasn't fishing or caring for her children, she would come to the squad's building to hang out or help.

Mitchell worked in the Field of Emergency Medical Services , along with her children and husband, helped lift her from the depression that haunted her after her mother's young death six years ago, said her aunt, Naomi Parker.

EMT Mitchell worked her last shift at Selma EMS on Saturday, April 3, 2010, said Jennifer Turner, also an EMT. She and her squad members helped supervise a controlled burn, then returned to the squad's base.  That day, Mitchell and Turner talked about plans for 5-year-old Nicholas' birthday. Mitchell wanted to host the party at the squad's station -- and a week later, after Beth's death, Nicholas celebrated his birthday with EMS members and his extended family in the building where his mother had begun her new life.
24 Year-old Plainsboro Rescue Squad EMT Dies
07-2010 Plainsboro NJ - 24-year-old Christine Macken an EMT since age 16 with the Plainsboro and Capital Health EMS Agencies died Monday night July 5, 2010 after her fellow township EMTs found her in cardiac arrest at her home.  Christine, was diagonosed 10 years ago at the age of 14 with reflex sympathetic dystrophy, an incurable chronic pain condition also known as complex regional pain syndrome.

Despite her diagnosis, she obtained training as an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) at the age of 16 she became a state Licensed EMT and served as a volunteer with the Plainsboro Rescue Squad.

Macken graduated from West Windsor-Plainsboro South High in 2004 and pursued higher education at the University of Utah, where she earned a degree in fine arts theater in 2008.  Macken continued to volunteer for the Plainsboro Township EMS Squad, the Princeton First Aid Rescue Squad and a paid member of Capital Health EMS.

While in school in Utah, Macken aided many victims of Hurricane Katrina who had been transported to Salt Lake City for medical care.  During her school breaks Macken returned home and always took hours volunteering as a Plainsboro Rescue Squad EMT.
EMT Christine Macken
                       St. Louis EMS Chief Robert Hardy III, suffered a heart attack while giving dance lessons at age 54.

10-2010  Hardy joined the department as a technician trainee in 1975 and he was promoted to EMS chief in 1995 when the fire and EMS departments merged. Hundreds of fire department co-workers were on-hand to say goodbye and to remember Hardy for his love of the department and his favorite hobby; dancing.
EMS & Fire Service Icon James O. Page Passed Away
August 7, 1936 - September 4, 2004
James O.Page
Candace Evelyn Bieri Otte Ingram
Candace Otte's Obituary
Our beloved wife, mother, grandmother, sister and aunt went home to be with her Lord on June 21, 2007. She had an adventurous career in nursing and teaching for forty years. She was very devoted to her family and believed in higher education. Even after retiring she found herself continuing her service at Ferguson’s Nursing Home in Lapeer.
She leaves behind her husband; Geoff Ingram, children; Lynn Irelan, Steven Otte and Jeffery Otte, 12 grandchildren, 1 great-grandson, brother; Michael Bieri, sisters; Suzanne Waugh and Connie Bieri, also 7 nieces and nephews.  She will be sadly missed by all who loved her.

A memorial service was held at 1:00 PM, on Saturday, June 30, 2007 at the Aldersgate United Methodist Church in Grand Rapids, MI
Candace Otte was more than a Nurse or Administrator, she was an outstanding Instructor who extracted enthusiasm, knowledge, and self esteem from those who she worked with and taught too.  Dr C. Mark Vasu was known as the architect of Kent County Michigan’s EMS System.  Candace was chosen by Vasu to help build an outstanding and nation leading program together they did that, when the concept of cross trained Police officer/Paramedics went from the drawing board to reality in the late 1960’s it was Candace Otte who trained the first class of Paramedic Students made up of both Grand Rapids Police Officers and Kent County Sheriff Deputies.  As time went by Candace became the Director for then Grand Valley Colleges Emergency Medical Service Training Program.

Both the Police E-Unit and Grand Valley State College became the National blue print for The Federal Department of Transportation, and for many other States.  In the early 1980’s Davenport College took over the Emergency Medical Services program from Grand Valley, Candace Otte was asked to continue on as the Administrator, Dr. Vasu remained the Programs Medical Director.  They continued to expand the program and set EMS standards higher and made EMS personnel true professionals.  Both Grand Valley and Davenport College attracted student from all over the United States, as well as over sea’s.

Candace Otte was not just an administrator she was a nurse, an instructor, and a much respected member of the Emergency Medical Service community.  She was respected and loved.  Her death has saddened everyone who knew her, but she has left
a legacy that will never be forgotten.  To Candace Otte’s Family and her children we in the current and former EMS Services extend our deepest sympathy for both your loss as well as ours.

May God bless you “Candy.”
Posted by Dave’s EMS Headquarters
April 19, 2012, marked the 17th Anniversary our nation was rocked by the senseless bombing of the federal building in Oklahoma City. We remember that awful day on April 19, 1995, as we remember the men, women, and children, who were killed, as well as   the hundreds who were injured and disabled.  We also pay tribute to the Police Officers, Firefighters, EMT’s, Paramedics, Nurses, and Doctors who responded at great risk to help those in need of help
Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building
2017 EMS Week
"The Medevac" (c)
         By:  Mary Ann K. Melville
      Preident Air Medical Memorial

Into the blue, the black, the grey
Into the skies of night, of day
To cities, mountains, the towns big & small
The Medevac goes to answer the call

When lives hang in the balance, needing critical care
These selfless providers quickly take to the air
Expertly trained for their work, with skills tried and true
They are the elite, the Air Medical Flight Crew

Collective sighs of relief, when they arrive
Heard softly through prayers, "Keep this patient alive."
Then they race through the sky, cheating death once again
To the specialty care on this flight's other end

Yet, sadly we know, these Crews don't always come home
This mission tonight is their final one flown
On their way back, something went terribly wrong
Now we gather together, and try to be strong

They were lost in a moment, the three souls on that flight
Warmly welcomed to heaven by God on that night
They are fathers & mothers, wives, daughters and sons,
Grandchildren and colleagues, a dear friend to someone

We honor your service, we'll always be in your debt,
Your kindness and care, we will Never Forget!
Together, We Remember, John 15:13
"To lay down his life, no greater love hath thee..."
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October 5, 2011, EMS Website: (EMTCity) announced the passing of "Robert (Rob) Davis," after a prolonged Illness.

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        Hello God, I called tonight
        To talk a little while
        I need a friend who'll listen
        To my anxiety and trial.

        You see, I can't quite make it
        Through a day just on my own...
        I need your love to guide me,
        So I'll never feel alone.

        I want to ask you please to keep,
        My family & Friends safe and sound.
        Come and fill their lives confidence
        For whatever fate they're bound.

        Give me faith, dear God, to face
        Each hour throughout the day,
        And not to worry over things
        I can't change in any way.

        I thank you God, for being home
        And listening to my call,
        For giving me such good advice
        When I stumble and fall..  !!!!!!!

        Your number, God, is the only one
        That answers every time.
        I never get a busy signal,
        Never had to pay a dime.

        So thank you, God, for listening
        To my troubles and my sorrow.
        Good night, God, I love You, too,
        And I'll call again tomorrow!

Heavens Phone Number
     Author:  Unknown
Newton Connecticut 20 Children who's lost thier lives Friday December 14, 2012 and 6 Brave Educators who died while they tried to save lives.  Their Efforts were not in vain they died as HERO's
Twenty New Angels

Charlotte Bacon, 02-22-06
Daniel Barden, 09-25-05
Olivia Engel, 07-18-06
Josephine Gay, 12-11-05
Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 04-04-06
Dylan Hockley, 03-08-06
Madeleine F. Hsu, 07-10-06
Catherine V. Hubbard, 06-08-06
Chase Kowalski, 10-31-05
Jesse Lewis, 06-30-06
Six Brave Hero's will continue as angels

Rachel Davino, 07-17-83
Dawn Hocksprung, 06-28-65
Anne Marie Murphy, 07-25-60
Lauren Russeau, 06-?-82
Mary Sherlach, 02-11-56
Victoria Soto, 11-04-85

Twenty New Angels

James Mattioli, 03-22-06
Grace McDonnell, 11-04-05
Emilie Parker, 05-12-06
Jack Pinto, 05-06-06
Noah Pozner, 11-20-06
Caroline Previdi, 09-07-06
Jessica Rekos, 05-10-06
Avielle Richman, 10-17-06
Benjamin Wheeler, 09-12-06
Allison Wyatt, 07-03-06
  Please pray for the Police Officers, EMT's, and Paramedics who responded to Sandy Brook Elementary School, on Friday December 14, 2012.  They helped save so many and will NEVER FORGET those they were unable to.