A question to comment or ponder on:
How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?
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EMS – The Cost ……
An EMS colleague of mine posted this picture the other day ….
All I can can say … is that losing a patient takes away apart of you, you can never get back. I wrote an article on this entitled:
For those who ask this question, to those of us who work in EMS … take a read … and ponder awhile, at the of the cost of care. To my colleagues who keep going back to do the same … thank you ….
Cover image courtesy of: © 2011-2017 DanSun PhotoArt
Engage to Change
no retreat always engage if not what’s the point? we all change the world everyday you must choose construct or destruct reject isolationism embrace the world engage if not change all grains of sand have value do right to them while hanging in the balance of the reality of life when you turn and look back what do you see? what good am I if I retreat from reality ignoring your pain turning my back while you die what qualities do we espouse? most of the time some of the time
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Mastering Self
masters, wise men, fools what's the difference? who makes the rules? coz' they get broken eventually that's their appeal masters, be at war or peace like life they build up and break down leaving life or death in their wake got nothing to live up to even when they fail is paradise in hell has heaven been on earth? time will tell has it been worth it what is your life worth? resist dismiss this constant struggle an eternal youthful mind constantly engaging positively life affirming existence is what is at stake
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Becoming Me
daily struggle of avoidance under the radar over the hedge silence, solitude disappearing into other worlds whilst mired in this one fast approaching fears decisions pending conscience or crowd object or be subjected fight or flight kill, heal, pray dream within a dream hoping it never ends but oh to soon boys become men awake, breathing, still dreaming failing dreaming of a hope once virtuous now lost seeking, searching always asking but why? why me? ah yes becoming me never ends why should it?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Our Mortal Coil
this life this mortal coil to be or to live shedding this toil just how long is the life we choose to live close your eyes and dream if you dare gaze through the window what looks back in the stain-glass an image a reflection or nothingness look beyond the window into the distance at our own possibilities over the horizon beyond the veil a probable future awaits ........ tear that veil
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Answers in the Wind
it's all just blowing in the wind when cowls fly and doves scrape the sky angry white horses relentlessly throw themselves against the sand time is like mist sweeping over the mountains swirling …. to and fro its all a daze as shadows become real and ….. questions are answered when the wind blows
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Responsibility Abdicated
easy is the hand that holds the gun steady as you pull the trigger bloody is the hand guided by the steady hand on the hilt uneasy lie the tablets as calm hands hold the water jug its not murder its not death just doing my job not my doing not my responsibility just following orders not even gods will nuremberg defence is no defence at all use your conscience and object
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Blurred Lines
truth at the flip of a coin heads or tails you still lose do not adjust your set even if it is out of focus blurred lines merging into a gray morass indecipherable enigma's everything and next to nothing reality is transformed fact becomes fiction life becomes reality alternate is the new the norm art is no more drink and feast for tomorrow you die
© 2017 michael d emmerich
At What Cost
Been thinking a lot of late about the cost of service, the sacrifice, be it medical, fire, police and military. Read a few clinical articles in the week in JEMS, on PTSD and how services don’t deal with it, and reread an article I wrote awhile back and the article I quoted.
the price you pay come so far waited so long worked so hard only to be in a dream heaven or hell it always changes dark holds the light at bay the more you give the more they take the more they live the more you die stand firm fight for the price you've paid pay in blood sometimes your own some cease feeling for themselves or others teases and the doubts solved by being uncomfortably numb made it back home but how? checking out is possible but you can never leave you can't walk away from the price you pay nothing more wretched than what must be endured been through hell is it all worth it?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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