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This is a story I find difficult to tell. It happened last July, when I was studying to be an emergency medical technician (EMT).
As part of our training, we accompanied firefighters on their emergency calls. I loved these “ride-alongs” and did many more than were required. Once I got my EMT certification, I planned to enroll in Fire College and become a firefighter myself.
“Don’t Let Me Go Back.” One day I was sitting in the fire station, and a call from the dispatcher came up: “Female child, fall from a tree.” We piled in the ambulance and hit the road, sirens blaring—one of my favorite activities in the world. We got to the house, which did indeed have trees in the yard, but no child to be seen. A woman waved us inside. Lying on the couch was a six-year-old girl who looked like she had been crying. But she had no apparent broken bones, scrapes, or dirt on her…
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