I'm with EE on this one...

To my whole readership, all 2 of you, and if there are more of you, seriously, shout out and give me a little encouragement...

Head over to Backboards and Bandaids and listen to EE, or just head over to Musings of a Highly Trained Monkey. They're asking for a whole $5.00, and I know all of us can afford to spend that much. The cause is extremely worthwhile, and the donation is not much at all.

EMS is really one of those jobs that is more then a job. It is actually a calling, and is one of the few jobs that I would consider doing even if I had all the money in the world. The people are great, and the brothers and sisters (and parents) I have made along the way are irreplaceable.

I'd just like to share this with anyone who runs EMS, works in emergency medicine, or provides emergency services.

Partners - Author Unknown at this time. If you have more info, please send it along.

Side by side we race through the night
With blaring siren and flashing lights...
A life's at stake, a precious soul,
Perhaps too late, beyond our control...
Times like this have come before.
Never quite knowing just what's in store...
When we arrive, our actions as one.
No thoughts need be spoken, just simply done...
To soothe a child's cry, to ease the pain.
Knowing times like this will come again...
Though it's done many days a week
The bond between us is quite unique...
Different than that of a man and wife.
For we can say we've saved a life...
To some it may just seem routine.
The things we've done, the sights we've seen...
But you and I know it's changed our hearts.
The ways we've seen life torn apart...
And seen life begin new and fresh.
All the while praying we've done our best...
Some day another will take our place.
A youthful still unknown face...
But never will time cloud my view.
Of all the thins I've shared with you..
for we are Partners...


Thank you.

Accept me

Why is it that some people feel the need to judge others?

I'm on my way home from my aunt and uncle's house tonight, and I've having a conversation with my brother. Now, my brother and I are about as far apart as night and day. And we argue and talk a great deal.

He has his things, I have mine. Mine just happens to be a love of all things that go bang. His seems to be putting holes in his body in wierd places. And saying that nobody has the right to judge any body else.

So anyway, we're talking about why I feel the need to carry a pistol. Why did I start carrying it after we moved here from New Jersey about half a year back.

My answer is simple, at least in my mind: I carry my pistol because in the event that I need it, it opens up options that wouldn't be there if it wasn't on my belt.

That is, I carry my pistol for the same reason I have an umbrella and a first aid bag in the car, I carry a pair of nitrile gloves, a CPR microshield, a knife and a flashlight. Day in, day out. From the time I get up in the morning, until I crash at night. Having these items on me, or in close attendance means that I am better able to react to situations as they develop.

He just calls me paranoid.

meh. Opinions are like _____, everyone's got one.

--Jim