BamBam
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How can such a small snapshot in time have such an affect on your day and your perspective? There we were Michael and I on our way to the river about 1130pm Michael is sleeping peacefully in the back seat. Ahead I see flashing lights and slow to see debris scattered from berm to berm. Flashing lights off the road and a truck flipped over on the shoulder. I roll down my window and ask if anyone needs medical attention "are you a medic" is asked no I'm a fireman emt what's up. There is a guy stuck in that car, wedged in pretty good. I parked the truck to protect me as much as possible and procede to assess the driver of the flipped truck. Can't really get to him from the pasenger side, so I head over to the driver side. Not such good access either, but I find an arm and feel for a pulse. No pulse. In my head I'm thinking; extrication time greater than 15 minutes, traumatic full arrest, middle of nowhere. *One of the people on scene says we called 911 and they are sending a helicopter. I said there is no need for that this guy is not going to make it be is already dead. I asked I'd there was anything else I could do and then proceded on to the river house. I'm drinking a couple beers and writing this to help me go to sleep. What a way to start a trip. I know this guy has family and they will be hurting. At work I see dead people and it is a completely different experience. Maybe my superman suit does really work. Tonight I was just a helpless Clark Kent couldn't do a damn thing. I hope it not someone from the board knows either way my condolences. And as my 7 year old woke up as I washed my hands off I had to tell him, as he loomed around, someone died in that truck. Why was I there at that moment?*
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