Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord. —Psalm 31:24
The poem below, simply titled “To Our Town from the EMTs,” was shared by a retired EMT at a service banquet in Wisconsin. The author is unknown.
We’re sorry if we wake you in the middle of the night,
But someone in your neighborhood is fighting for their life.
We’re sorry if we block the road and make you turn around,
But there’s been a bad wreck, people dying on the ground.
When you see us coming, we hope you understand,
Let us have the right of way, someone needs a helping hand.
Sometimes a person is choking, sometimes a broken leg,
Sometimes a heart stops beating, when we get there, it’s too late.
So if you see us crying, when we think we are alone,
You’ll know we’ve had a “bad one,” and we’re feeling mighty down.
You ask us why we do it, “How can you watch them die?”
It’s never very easy, but we’ll try to tell you why.
Somewhere deep within us, our souls are crying out,
“We’re here to help our neighbors in their hour of pain and doubt.”
God gave us something special to help us see you through.
We do it ‘cause we love you and we care about you too.
There will always be those people in this world who feel they are too good to serve others and complain about their own inconvenience when others must be helped. That is exactly what provides the contrast against those who serve and makes their lives even more special.
MY COMFORTER, thank You for that “something special” that I feel in me to help my fellow man. Help me to keep Your perspective by displaying courage, while also feeling compassion as I serve.