I dreamt last night...of an ambulance. ..I was in the back. ...I was one of the EMTs treating the patient. ..it was a woman. She had blonde hair and she was all cut up and scraped and it looked like shed been in a car accident. I remember she was screaming and flailing and asking about her kids. The other medics couldn't complete their tasks with het flailing and it was endangering herself and us. I reached out and took her hand in my gloved one and began to talk softly as I comforted her. I had her tell me about her kids and what she loved about them and she calmed down as she talked. She looked up at me as she spoke and I gave a silent nod to my fellow medics to do what they needed while I had her attention.  She talked to me all the way to the ER and she smiled as we wheeled her out. She would survive her ordeal.

I saw this repeat in similar scenarios and a phrase swam in my head. "Angel in the back of the truck". People knew me for my ability to talk to and calm down our patients in an almost miraculous manner.

I don't understand it. I never thought I'd apply to be a real EMT with a real volunteer fire department.  But here I am.

I want to be a part of helping get others. I want to make a difference in their lives.

I will be a volunteer EMT.