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[align=center:09f922bcb7]"A Paramedic's Prayer"

As I perform my duty, Lord,

Whatever be the call

Help to guide and keep me safe,

From dangers big and small.

I want to serve and do my best

No matter what the scene,

I promise to keep my skills refined,

My judgment sharp and keen.

This calling to give of myself,

most do not understand,

But I stand ready all the time

to help my fellow man.

A word of thanks I might not hear,

but knowing is enough,

That I have helped just even one

To go on to live and love.

A Paramedic's Prayer

Lord, You know what lies ahead of me this day.

The calls I will be asked to respond to,

And those who find themselves in situations they

never imagined

And see no way out.

For them I humbly ask that you would speed

me on with attending angels

At my side guiding every decision and procedure

To all who plead and those who cannot, I pray to

be a Good samaritan

As they look to me for help and rescue.

Help me to save as many as I can,

And should mine be the last face they see,

I pray they will have looked into eyes

That reflected You love for them

In Jesus' Name Amen.

Paramedic's Prayer

Dear Lord, let me receive the sick

and traumatized with an open and giving heart.

Give to my efforts success so that life may

continue, if it be your will. Without you

I cannot succeed.

Let me have no purpose except the

glorification of life.

Grant that the sick that you have

placed in my care be abundantly blessed,

and not one of them be lost due to any

neglect on my part.

Help me to overcome any temporal weakness

so that I may serve to my fullest capacity.

Let me always reach out to all in joy, compassion

and with a loving heart.

Why God made Paramedics

When God made paramedics, He was into His sixth day of overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?

A Paramedic has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark,

dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed,

enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch,

and not wrinkle his uniform."

"He has to be able to lift three times his own weight.

Crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move,

and console a grieving mother as

he is doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again."

"He has to be in top mental condition at all times,

running on no sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals,

and he has to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God replied.

"It's the three pairs of eyes a medic has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

God nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as he's drawing blood,

always wondering if the patient is HIV positive."

(When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job)

"Another pair here in the side of his head for his partner's safety.

And another pair of eyes here in front

that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say,

"You'll be alright ma'am when he knows it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," God replied.

"I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound

drunk out from behind a steering wheel

without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Paramedic very slowly.

"Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet", God said.

"It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses;

recite drug calculations in it's sleep;

intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR

nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...

and it still keeps it's sense of humor."

"This medic also has phenomenal personal control.

He can deal with a multi-victim trauma,

coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door,

comfort a murder victim's family,

and then read in the daily paper how Paramedics were

unable to locate a house quickly enough,

allowing the person to die.

A house that had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Paramedic.

"There's a leak," she pronounced.

"I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," God replied, "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled up emotions,

for patients they've tried in vain to save,

for commitment to that hope

that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life."

"You're a genius!" said the angel.

God looked somber.

"I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE" He said.

Author Unknown

One White Rose

A call for help goes out at three,

Setting off pagers all over town.

Somewhere, an unknown 1050

And the dispatcher cannot calm down.

Rescuers leap out of their beds

Leaving with no backward glances.

They can only guess what's ahead

As they leave in fire trucks and ambulances.

The ambulance departs the station

As the dispatcher repeats the address.

"The injured require extrication,

And most of all ALS."

inside, they feel so empty,

Not knowing what awaits.

Also, unsettling urgency--

They're responsible for other's fates.

Dread reaches out icy claws

As they hear the latest news.

Officers are requesting the "jaws"

And even more backup crews.

Firefighters are also on the way--

Hearts racing, a touch of fear.

"Jaws of life, what's your ETA?"

Less than a minute, now they're here.

The police were first on the scene

Controlling and directing traffic

And updating the rest of the team

(Although the sight makes them sick.)

The scene is a wicked nightmare,

Broken glass and plastic litter the ground.

There's twisted metal everywhere

And the odor of ETOH all around.

The images are horrifying, grotesque

Lit by red and blue flashing lights.

Worse than anyone had guessed--

It will haunt them of many nights.

One young man, on his way home,

Didn't see the stop sign.

The mini van he T-boned

Couldn't move in time.

20 years old-too young to drink

He'd said he was sober-- it was a lie.

he left the party, his friends didn't think

That he'd be DUI.

Crushed and slumped against the wheel

Was the driver of the van.

Dead of injuries he didn't feel,

An innocent family man.

Crumpled against the passenger door

Lay his broken and battered wife,

Her cries faded and were no more

As she passed out of this life.

A scream echoes on the icy breeze

From out of a shallow grave

Despite the efforts of the EMT's

It will be a third life they cannot save.

Curled up in a heap

The child is discovered in the wreck.

He may have only been asleep--

Except for his broken neck.

The young driver staggers form his car,

Bleeding from a cut on his arm.

He watches the scene from afar

As he's suffered no major harm.

An officer sees him standing there

And gives him a breathalyzer test.

Ignoring the boy's glassy stare

Says; "Son your under arrest."

When hopes of survivors were almost gone

And it seemed pointless to try

They heard a sound that drove them on--

A weak and scared child's cry

She looked like a porcelain doll

With pale hair and a button nose.

Skin so white, body not hurt at all--

Like a lonely white rose.

They pulled her free and began care

Of this child of barely three.

Fortunately, she was unaware

That she'd lost her family.

Hours later, the street is clean--

All traces of tragedy gone.

Rescuers slowly depart the scene

But memories don't fade with dawn.

The boy is taken to jail,

Where he beats his fist against the tile.

His mother cannot afford his bail,

And so he'll remain until his trial.

His mother, with eyes downcast,

Had tried to leave but he'd caught her.

"What's wrong? What is it?" he'd asked.

She cried and said "Vehicular Manslaughter."

For 17 years, the man had cried

Consumed with guilt and sorrow.

At times, he wished he had died

So he wouldn't face another tomorrow.

At last, he was being released

From years and years of Hell.

The pain of the accident never ceased

And never would, he could tell.

As soon as he was out, he found the graves

Of the people he had killed.

Their deaths haunted all his days

And left a void that couldn't be filled.

He is laying flowers on the ground

Next to each headstone.

He hears a voice and spins around

And discovers he's not alone.

Behind him is the one he didn't kill.

He shares the anguish she knows.

Drawn her against his will,

He gives her One White Rose.

Author Unknown

EMT Prayer

LORD,

Grant me the wisdom so that I may treat

those of your children that lay at my feet.

Let my hands be gentle, sure and swift

to impart to them your sacred gift.

Let me see only a patient's need

not their color, race or creed.

Help me always to be my best

even when it's on my hours rest.

Grant me the insight to understand why

patients of mine are going to die.

Let me remember that when they do

there is a wonderful life in Heaven with You.

Lord, if in the time of duty I should fall

help my family to hold their heads tall.

For it was You who decided that I should be

one of your chosen few, an EMT.

-Author Unknown- [/align:09f922bcb7]

P.S. I was not sure where to put this post feel free to move it if you need to

Those are magniifcent Poems and Prayers. Did you write them yourself?

I have a few sites that will really help emt students, and a few things for medic students, I dont think I can post them here, but if you catch me in chat or go to boeingb13@aol.com, and let me know you read this, i'll be more than happy to send you the links.

What about any links on a Student who wants to become a Medic or emt?