Why i do what i do?

Ever scents I was 14 years old all people have ask me is how can I work on an ambulance and not get pad for it. For two years all I could say is "I don't know, I just like doing it". Shortly after I turned 18 I was thinking about saying the hell with it all. It seemed like all I was doing is putting up with bull shit and peoples bitching. If it was not having to tell a family member that there loved one did not make it, it was someone trying to kill them self because that did not get the girl/guy they wanted. It all come down to one day I had enough of all the bull shit. I have been running nothing but BS calls for weeks and I have come to the conclusion that if it did not get any better any time soon it would be the end of the rescue game for good. The tone hit again and here we go. The call was a female overdose at the BP in Dallas. Dallas P.D. on-scene and no one knew what the pt had taking. We got there and the P.D. said that she had only take 4 pain relievers. The lady would not talk to us at all. The only thing we wanted to know is why she took them, is she ok, and if she wanted to go to the ER. We sit there for about 45min fucking with this lady. I had it up to this point. I made up my mind that this was my last call. No more bitching, no more bull shit. I was standing outside when a man in his late 40s come up to me and just started to talk like he had knew me for years. I did not know this man and as fare as I knew I have never even seen him before. The man said that he just wanted to thank me for all I have done for him and his wife. I could not place the call and still to this day cant. He was telling me about how his wife had been sick for a year are so. He had to call 911 one day for his wife. He says it was me and some other girl that come out to his house. All he could say was that out of all the diff. Rescue Squads and P-Unit that had come out to his house that Dallas was the only one that seem like they cared. I ended up talking to the man for other 20min or so. At that point it hit me way I do what I do. It is not for the money, it not so I can run lights, it is to help. Because you go from being like every one to being someone. There is noting like your pager going off at 3AM. You jumping out of you bed to go flying down the road to start CPR on a 35 year old male. There is some thing you got to keep in the back of your head. You may work you ass off for 15 to 20min trying to get this man back just to have the Dr. At the ER say it was to late. But for ever time that happens you just got to think we did the best we could with what we had. But there the time you will work your ass off to have the doc come to you and say good job he we be going home in a day are two. Its times like this that makes all the bull sit worth it. So my answer is "I don't do it for money, I don't do it for the glory. I do it to be there for someone in need. I do it for me."