death

Cardiac Arrest

I see a lot of things as a paramedic. I see elderly persons who are all alone, with not a single loved one. I see 50 year olds having chest pains and heart attacks. I see the devastating results of alcohol and drug addiction. And death. This one I think about the most: I met her mother first. She was inconsolably sobbing, and couldn't walk without falling over. A nurse had to help her into the hospital.

The Art of Being My Dad

My dad was born into poverty in the tiny seaside village of Agat, Guam, in 1952. His mom died when he was a child, and he never knew his dad.

He was raised by his uncle’s family in another small village, Piti, after being separated from his brothers and sisters.

So he grew up without parents, pained by the fact that his father was never there for him, tormented by helplessness as his family was split up.

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