Perhaps It's Just Me

"Is it really possible to have a career in EMS and be emotionally unaffected by the things we see?" This is the question I posed o...

War and EMS

This is a post I have written, deleted and rewritten several times. It is a risky post, as it has the potential to delve into political wran...

Trust

There are several posts, in fact dozens of them, sitting in the drafts folder, waiting to see the light of day. At times, I sit at the keybo...

Honour

There is no honour in a so-called "honour killing."  These horrendous pieces of news reach our eyes and ears all too often, stream...

Sounds of Life

We arrive at the hospital gates mere seconds apart. Two ambulances with lights flashing, Sirens trailing off as we pull up At the kerb. They...

Birthdays

Five o'clock in the morning and for the first time all night, we finally arrive back on station. Within seconds, before the engine has h...

Thoughts on a Difficult Week

Each Friday, I post a poem, a rhyme, some silliness, to my family and friends on Facebook. Each week I look back, think of the events we hav...

Footprints

Bright red footprints, like they'd been painted in a playground, appeared on the steps that we were hurriedly climbing. Not every step, ...