Sunday, 10 July 2016

Shootings. Blood. Sadness. Tears. FEAR.

I fear that one day, in my job, I will be the subject of an ambush of some crazed lunatic with a gun.  I fear that I will not come home to see my children.  I fear that my boys will grow up without their mother.

This past week there have been numerous news reports with regards to shootings in the states.  It seems like an every day occurrence down there.  I don't understand why.  I don't understand why people, SNIPERS, would hide out, during a "peaceful protest" and shoot officers there to protect them.  I don't get it. 

Years ago, and I mean more than 10 years ago, a person called for help, the officer arrived and then he was shot dead.  My coworkers had to also respond to that call, now to try and save the life of the shot officer.  It was too late, he was dead.   Apparently this person had had plans to shoot to kill any more cops who arrived, but he was stopped, thankfully.  As paramedics, we wear black uniforms too, or dark blue, but still, they're dark (probably to hide the blood, or coffee stains), so we are often mistaken for police officers.  We are often yelled at for coming to help someone, until they realize we are paramedics.  Why the hate for the police is beyond me.  They have a job to do, just like the rest of us.

It's not a job I would want, but I have many friends that I have made over the past 17 years who are.  I know they will protect me in my time of need.    But still,, I worry.  I worry that one day I wont come home.

Lets stop the hate.


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