Today I lost another Paramedic friend. I say another because it’s not the first time. I fear it will not be the last. I do not really know what to say about it, so these are the words that came to mind.
These boots are the ones that were picked out so new and shiny and untouched.
These boots are the ones that were nervously shined for the first day on the job.
These boots are the ones that got drowned in soap bubbles washing the trucks as a probie.
These boots are the ones that held nervous feet running their first call.
These boots are the ones that climbed endless stairs to bring your loved ones down to be cared for.
These boots are the ones that got cuts and scuffs from asphalt and rocks and ice and twisted metal, and those darn stretcher wheels.
These boots are the ones that trudged through dry fields for hours, looking for a woman who was lost.
These boots are the ones that rested on the dash in hopes of a few minutes break on a busy shift.
These boots are the ones that were the first thing many patients looked up and saw.
These boots are the ones that crunched through broken glass to get your loved one out of the car.
These boots are the ones that stood in a homeless man’s urine as he was tenderly helped to his feet.
These boots are the ones that were polished again and again in attempt to cover the scars and scrapes.
These boots are the ones that ran an achey elbow call right after performing CPR on a baby that wasn’t coming back.
These boots are the ones that were splattered in blood as every effort was made to make it stop.
These boots are the ones that stood there while you were told we had done everything we could do.
These boots are the ones that saw far more pain and heartache and destruction in a day than most people see in their lifetime.
These boots are the ones that sit empty, still bearing the scars and scrapes that never could be erased from your heart.
Choosing Hope 