It's 2:46am. I am sitting in an ambulance in the dark parking lot of a closed grocery store. My partner is snoring, and I have a headache. I'm also sick and taking antibiotics that
make my stomach hurt. I start wondering why on earth I chose this career.
Then a neighboring district gets the call for the baby that's not breathing. The mom is doing CPR. The ambulance crew and the fire department and the police are all getting there as fast as they can. I want to go. I want to help. My heart goes out to the poor mother. It also goes out to the responders. I know what this looks like. I've done it before.
And then I remember why I'm sitting in an ambulance at 2:46am. It's because when someone needs help, I want to be there for them.