I found this randomly on the internet. It is written by an unknown author but it sums up well the job we all do. The text refers to paramedics but it applies to anyone who works in any ambulance service the world over! Enjoy!
NB: After posting this, I received the following message:
NB: After posting this, I received the following message:
"Ella, When God created paramedics is not anonymous. It is plagerized almost word for word from a mother's day column by Erma Bombeck. Google "When God Created Mothers." This version has been making the rounds for over a year. The person who originally posted obviously did not understand that writing is a labor of love and that publishing another's work as a whole or with a little tweaking, is stealing."I did google it and the original poem was written by Erma Bombeck. Writing is a labour of love and I wouldn't want anyone to tweak my writing and claim it as their own. This 'version' of the poem does convey the message about EMS but shouldn't be credited to anonymous. Thank you Erma Bombeck.
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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.”
“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.”
“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 public sector paycheck.”

The angel circled the model of the Paramedic very slowly. “Can it think?” she asked.
“That’s not a leak,” God replied, “It’s a tear.”
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“You’re a genius!” said the angel.
God looked somber.
–Editor unknown
Original poem 'When God Made Mothers' by Erma Bombeck
Original poem 'When God Made Mothers' by Erma Bombeck
There not just paramedics they are angels in the making.
ReplyDeletei am a paramedic groupie and this modern version is simply awesome!
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