This post is strictly for one soul person. That person would be the main man that has trained me up as an EMT. I started in the service I’m in because I grew up with them serving my community my whole life, I work with them being in the fire department, and one of the guys knew me and got me signed up. For the first month or so I ran with just one medic in my town’s ALS unit. I didn’t really get far other than just getting exposed to the EMS world better than as a first responder on the QRS. I would never say many words, just stay kept to myself not wanting to say or do the wrong thing. I wasn’t enjoying it all too much and it was just, well, meh.
I say everything happens for a reason and that sometimes that bad has to happen to lead to something good. As much as it sucked, I was in need of going to a hospital, and a different medic from the same agency took me. Besides being awesome as the medic for me as the patient, he told me once I was out of the hospital I could start running calls with him. I definitely took him up on that offer since I wasn’t getting far where I was.
I started the same way I am with the other medic. I stayed quiet and to myself for quite some time. I’m typically very outgoing with even complete strangers, and talk a whole lot. I was a little intimidated of screwing up and saying the wrong thing, though. I also felt like such a worthless human being with the other people, too, so that didn’t help me open up with other people from the service. Regardless, the new medic was persistent and didn’t just go, ‘eh fuck it, why bother’.
After a while, I was really starting to grow as an EMT. A lot of time was put into teaching me how to be what I have become so far. I started out with absolutely no confidence whatsoever. I knew what I was doing, and he knew I knew, and made me get over being scared. If I did mess up, he was calm and would fix the problem after the call and talk me through it. I’ll never forget when he told me to spike a bag, that I’ve done on calls before, but I fumbled around with it once not confident in myself that I could do it right. After that call, he gathered all the supplies, threw it had me, and said, spike that bag, now. Of course, I was able to do it quickly and correctly. He said there, you can do it, now do that on the truck. I never struggled after that day and remember that day each time I spike a bag now.
I was taught many different skills, and much as I would moan and groan after many ‘go find the…’ games, I appreciate everything. I had to learn somehow, and he made sure that he was making me be the best EMT he possibly could. Pretty much everything involved a lot of groaning and sometimes I just wanted to quit, but after the long run, I see how it has helped me so much. I know where equipment is, I know how to complete a well-written trip sheet in a timely manner, I can lead a BLS call and work with the patients, and I can work with my partners and be myself.
Absolutely everything I know now as an EMT was taught by him. It’s remarkable for someone to dedicate so much time into helping me or anyone else. It breaks my heart and spirit a little bit that I just ran my last shift with him and that I can’t learn from him anymore. I am grateful, however, that I got to learn as much as I did. It was an honor working with him and learning from him. He was the foundation for me as an EMT, and I know I’ll be amazing as a result of it. Years from now I’ll have a lot of stories, memories, and knowledge that I can pass down from my past six months in the service. He even was the medic at my very first house fire that I went into. That’s not much, but that was the best day of my life, and he was a part of it and making sure that I, as well as all the others on scene, were okay.
Some of us aren’t as lucky as I am to have someone like him to help and actually care. Most of us only come across a few people like that, and so far I have found a couple, and he’s one.
Since I know he might be creeping on this…
Here’s a huge thank-you from me to you. I could never possibly express my gratitude in any way, but thanks a million. I promise not to let you down even though you aren’t here and be the best that I know I can be. I wish you all the best, and even though it meant you leaving, I’m happy for you. I look forward to your visits back home and having stories of my awesomeness to make you proud. I never ever ever would have gotten as far as I have without you. I’d still be uniform-less and without confidence/experience/know-how. I appreciate your friendship and truly caring for me as a person and EMT. You’re seriously amazing as a paramedic. It was an honor. Thank-you, again.