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My boots were brand new once. I can still see the box by my front door. I can still feel the excitement of the first look. I can still smell the leather in the air. The crisp smell wrapping around me. I can still remember the smooth boot and crisp stitches. They looked the way I felt the first time. The first time I stepped foot on an ambulance. Now they look the way I felt the day I left. The leather so worn and scuffed Even the stitches looked tired. The soles of my boots were long since gone. My boots are tired now. They no longer shine. People scoff when they notice The damage to the leather. They see no value in damaged goods. They see no strength. My boots were brand new once. Now they have stories. Now they have value to me Far greater than any gem or jewel. They have memories of good and bad. The kind that either strengthen or destroy you.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
Soles Connect to Souls
I always swear work doesn’t affect me. Trauma?! HA! Never. And for the most part I am ok. But suddenly I realized as I counted every single calorie; every single bite… scrubbed every surface and washed my hands far too many times.. The fear of gaining weight; of relying on everyone else to care for me… Just might be coming from the living people whose bodies are actively rotting. Flesh and fluids dripping off the sides of my stretcher. My ambulance regularly becoming a biohazard until I’ve scrubbed every inch. Listening to the sounds of weeping patients on their way to the ER for the 5th time this month because no body cares about them. It’s not death that scares me. Not loss of limbs or sight that worries me. It’s not having anyone who wants to love me. Not having anyone willing to speak for me when I am broken. It’s the idea my mind can be pristinely sharp but my body defeated and needing someone. But no body cares. That possibility is petrifying. -ARI
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Mar 22, 2023
Mar 22, 2023 at 11:56 AM UTC
I’m Not Traumatized
It’s such an odd irony For me to be legally responsible For lives of strangers When I can barely keep my own heart beating The irony that I fill hospitals With heart broken patients Whose self-hate has come to life Leaving trails of loathing etched into their skin When I fight daily To keep those thoughts at bay And my smile so perfectly practiced Few could even fathom I would ever want to…. Stop -ARI
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Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
How Ironic
Because I am a woman My mind thinks faster My hands are kinder My breath comes more controlled My temper is softer My soul more forgiving My resilience stronger But you see me as weak For no other reason Then the fact I am all woman Yet my boots are just as heavy My uniform just as worn My skills just as sharp I run into the danger just as quickly as you do And yet you get a smile and a nod And I just get dismissed Because I am a woman
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 12:25 PM UTC
Woman
The first lesson they teach us in EMT class Is to never lose our compassion, Never forget that every patient is A human being with a story, a family, a life. They tell us to keep our emotions in check But to never lose our respect, The trust in the competency and freedom of choice, For we are the link of survival On the worst day of their lives. We were not there to know the reason that led Up to the call, But we are there to get them through the danger that followed. Why then does the text book instruct us to abandon our respect, Abandon the presumption of humanity At the mere thought of the words 'developmental disability?' Why do the words Autism and Down Syndrome suddenly Make it okay to condescend and patronize as if to a child, To infantilize an adult whose intelligence we are not qualified to assume? Why is it my duty to respect a neurotypical patient And my job to abandon it for the developmentally disabled? I wonder if they would encourage my peers to treat me the same? After all, who cares that I am top of the class and squad leader to boot? Who cares that I answer the most questions or scored highest on the test? I am autistic. I am considered less than human. No. The textbook is wrong, Primitive despite being updated in 2018. Respect every patient means Respect ALL, No exceptions, No diagnostic caveats. 'First, do no harm.' Treat with empathy and compassion. It is their own inhumanity that prevents them From recognizing the humanity inside us, The developmentally challenged. I live on planet Autism, Population 1 in 59, No less of a person than any other, Perhaps more human really. That humanity is the force behind my First Responder drive. Do not deign to treat me as small child or foreign planet inhabitant. Forget the basis in the archaic. Respect and compassion for all cannot be checked at the door. I am not less than. My struggles have, if anything, Forced me to become more.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
Less Than Human
The first lesson they teach us in EMT class Is to never lose our compassion, Never forget that every patient is A human being with a story, a family, a life. They tell us to keep our emotions in check But to never lose our respect, The trust in the competency and freedom of choice, For we are the link of survival On the worst day of their lives. We were not there to know the reason that led Up to the call, But we are there to get them through the danger that followed. Why then does the text book instruct us to abandon our respect, Abandon the presumption of humanity At the mere thought of the words 'developmental disability?' Why do the words Autism and Down Syndrome suddenly Make it okay to condescend and patronize as if to a child, To infantilize an adult whose intelligence we are not qualified to assume? Why is it my duty to respect a neurotypical patient And my job to abandon it for the developmentally disabled? I wonder if they would encourage my peers to treat me the same? After all, who cares that I am top of the class and squad leader to boot? Who cares that I answer the most questions or scored highest on the test? I am autistic. I am considered less than human. No. The textbook is wrong, Primitive despite being updated in 2018. Respect every patient means Respect ALL, No exceptions, No diagnostic caveats. 'First, do no harm.' Treat with empathy and compassion. It is their own inhumanity that prevents them From recognizing the humanity inside us, The developmentally challenged. I live on planet Autism, Population 1 in 59, No less of a person than any other, Perhaps more human really. That humanity is the force behind my First Responder drive. Do not deign to treat me as small child or foreign planet inhabitant. Forget the basis in the archaic. Respect and compassion for all cannot be checked at the door. I am not less than. My struggles have, if anything, Forced me to become more.
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We come before you Almighty God, Policeman, Fireman and EMT to say a prayer before we go Our ways to each his own Duty Together now we've come to pray In case we forget to During our busy day The Policeman steps forth, “Dear God above Keep us save and also those we love. We pray for your unending favor that we never need use the rounds we chamber Our Vests that we wear for our own protection please keep 'em bullet proof and our safety never question” The Fireman steps up, and then takes a knee “Dear God above I need you now I know you're always watching me In the Fires of our Hell or on the highway to there Please keep us from hurt and not singe a single hair Give us the strength to lift a wall or tenderness to pick up a tiny child give us peace when others are losing it and peace if the scene starts getting wild” The EMT takes his stand “God I guess it's my turn Not really safety out there or the protection from a burn But rather Lord I need your help let me make the right decision on every patient that I care for Their lives in my hands I've been given” Then all Three stand together with their heads all bowed low Dear God above, to all of us please your mercy would you endow Keep us safe and bring us home to our wives and our children And each time a truck roles out let it come back safely to it's building
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
The First Responder's Prayer