Pardon me if digress from my normative tenor momentarily...
There are plenty of blogs that serve as little more than a landing pad for 100 perfectly unrelated YouTube videos, and this is not one of them.
But the EMT in me wants to assert itself just this once to make one simple plea:
Please wear your seatbelt. I’m serious...
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Frightened? I would have been too.
Wouldn’t you have been, if you had been in the vehicle when the tires started whining on dry pavement like a bottle rocket? Imagine looking out the window when it launched off of the bank sideways. Split seconds must have seemed like minutes...and the cycle of light and dark must have well reflected the fight between hopes and fears as the vehicle silently rolled in midair.
Or maybe your eyes would have been closed...
And maybe his eyes were still closed when the tree trunk started them spinning (still in midair) on 2 axes, not one. Maybe when all was still again the blood and broken glass convinced him to keep them that way.
Yes, I think I would have been frightened. Especially if I hadn’t yet seen my sixth birthday.
It took me a few minutes to get to him, (being outnumbered by victims at a scene by a factor of 2 is not ideal) but by the time the rest of our colleagues got there with the ambulances, he had taught me something beautiful about service, and about life...
It was in his face. Wide eyes told me the story. He was terribly afraid. And even in the bystander’s car with the heat all the way up, he was shaking like a little leaf.
“Hi buddy, my name is Sean. I work on the ambulance. Can I help you?”
“What’s your name? Does this hurt? Ok, hold really still for me. Good boy... I’m just going to hold your head like this... Is this your brother?”
“Yeah... We were, we were just going to the lake...”
But he wouldn’t stop shaking. Even after 5 minutes.
“Is my mommy still in that car?”
Oh, I get it...
“Yes. But she should be out soon. They’re working on it right now.”
“But is it going to explode?”
I wish you could have seen his little face. Scratched and swollen as it was, to me it was the ultimate theater of Grace for one beautiful moment. The moment when I said “Oh no, definitely not. They’re taking care of her.”
His neck relaxed.
That’s when I decided few privileges compare to healing hurts, and calming fears...
Thanks, my little friend.
I’m so glad you all made it home...