I know you think I am too young, just another kid. Thinking I am doing all that you did. But you don't know my past, you don't know what I have seen. Just what were you doing when you were a teen?
Were you hanging out with your friends, joking and having fun? Or perhaps partying out in the open sun? How about hooking school, just to sleep in? Maybe even playing a game of ball, hoping you would win?
Don't take me wrong, I have done my share. But there is more to me, more for me to bare. I have had to grow up quickly, understanding what I see. And even sometimes I wonder if this job is for me.
At the age of nineteen, I maybe called a child. But the tragedy I have seen has been nowhere near mild. In the three years I have dedicated my life, Sometimes I ponder how I managed so much strife.
My arms have held a lifeless child, only the age of three. Upset at myself, wondering why this had to be. I have looked in a mangled car, to see my peer. Telling his friends he did not make it, without shedding a tear.
I have seen the face of someone who has lost it all. Watching as they see the last of their fiery house fall. Need I continue with the sadness I am called to each day? However, there have been good times I must say.
I have had the pleasure of announcing, "It's a boy!" To see the parents smiling, full of love and joy. There has been a moment of silence between my patient and I. Only to hear her say in a faint whisper, "Thank you for not letting me die."
I have gathered with my brothers and sisters after a dangerous call. Thankful to count heads and know we have them all. I work with a team, a family of friends... Knowing I can count on them no matter how the road bends.
So if for some reason I am to leave this earth before I am old. I have saved a life and helped a neighbor, and my story will be told.
Were you hanging out with your friends, joking and having fun? Or perhaps partying out in the open sun? How about hooking school, just to sleep in? Maybe even playing a game of ball, hoping you would win?
Don't take me wrong, I have done my share. But there is more to me, more for me to bare. I have had to grow up quickly, understanding what I see. And even sometimes I wonder if this job is for me.
At the age of nineteen, I maybe called a child. But the tragedy I have seen has been nowhere near mild. In the three years I have dedicated my life, Sometimes I ponder how I managed so much strife.
My arms have held a lifeless child, only the age of three. Upset at myself, wondering why this had to be. I have looked in a mangled car, to see my peer. Telling his friends he did not make it, without shedding a tear.
I have seen the face of someone who has lost it all. Watching as they see the last of their fiery house fall. Need I continue with the sadness I am called to each day? However, there have been good times I must say.
I have had the pleasure of announcing, "It's a boy!" To see the parents smiling, full of love and joy. There has been a moment of silence between my patient and I. Only to hear her say in a faint whisper, "Thank you for not letting me die."
I have gathered with my brothers and sisters after a dangerous call. Thankful to count heads and know we have them all. I work with a team, a family of friends... Knowing I can count on them no matter how the road bends.
So if for some reason I am to leave this earth before I am old. I have saved a life and helped a neighbor, and my story will be told.
