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Dear Future Emergency Responder, There will come a time when you enjoy CPR And others won’t understand why you are excited for another person’s emergency
maybe if we enjoyed the lullaby of empty dial tones, we would fall asleep somewhere amidst the clatter of unanswered phone calls. there is a melancholy to be found in silence.
.......................... the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
My future is decided. My skin color defines it. My skin color is it. This is what I am told, An "invisible" label I have to bear. A pathway guides me to what I have to be.