When God Made…
Nov 07
Posted: under Fireman's Prayer, about.
Tags: Firefighters, firefighting equipment, Fireman, Fireman's Prayer, PPE
WHEN GOD MADE
DOCTOR`S NURSES, PARAMEDICS
AND FIREMAN
When God made these peoples, He was in his sixth day of
overtime when an angel appeared and said, “You’re
doing a lot of fiddling around on this one order”.
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
They have to able to carry injured persons up a wet, grassy
hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets unarmed to reach
a dying child, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t
touch, and not wrinkle his uniform.
They have to be able to lift three times their weight,
Crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room
to move, and console a grieving mother while doing
CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again.
They have to be in top mental condition at all times,
running on no sleep, black coffee and half eaten meals.
and have to have six pairs of hands at all times.
The angel shook his head slowly and said,
“Six pairs of hands…no way.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems.”
said the Lord, “It’s the three pairs of eyes they must have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded, “One pair that sees open wounds as he’s
drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive.”
(When he already knows and wishes he’d taken that accounting job)
“Another pair here in the side of his head for his partner’s safety.
And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at
a bleeding victim and say, “You’ll be all right “ when he knows
it isn’t so.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve,
“rest and work on this tomorrow,”
“I can’t” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can talk
a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without
incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck.”
The angel cycled the model very slowly, “Can it think?” she asked.
“You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you the symptoms of 100
illnesses; recite drug calculations in it’s sleep; incubate, defibrillate,
medicate, and continue CPR non stop over terrain other would fear
and still it keeps it’s sense of humor. This person also has phenomenal
personal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how they were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing a person to die.
A house which had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back.”
Finally, the angel bent over and ran his finger across the cheek of the model. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.”
“That’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “it’s a tear.”
“What’s the tear for?” Asked the angel
“It’s for bottled-up emotions, for patients they’ve tried in vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a difference in a person’s chance to survive, for life”
“You’re a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber.
“I didn’t put it there,”
He said.
Mara Venter
Thank you for your professional and loving care.
1 December 2006
