Phil and I went to dinner in Sherman and stumbled upon Kassie, who was on call. We got food and sat down with her, and she and I tossed back and forth stories of “this is a dream I had after I was certified as an EMT/lifeguard.” It’s interesting that even though we’re completely different types of rescuers(?), there are common experiences. We talked about the BEMCo uniform and random little things.
The three of us were finishing up dinner when her pager went off. She had an open mug-thing of milk which could not be easily transported to the call, so Phil and I took her things and that back to her room after dinner. Phil and I discussed this blog for a bit—it’s good to know that at least one person cares what I’m writing on here.
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