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EMS, Accident Victim,
“I'm Here For You!”
Thoughts Race Threw My Head,
as I Fight To Save Her Life....
Who are you?...
And from where have you come?...
What things have you accomplished,
great or small?...
What ages are your children?...
Is that your Husband, lifeless in the car?..
Whose lives have you touched?...
Will they miss you when you're gone?...
The suffering is almost over...
Your pulse grows weak under my fingers...
Your breathe draws short....
Will you leave many behind?...
I see life slipping from you..
I will not stop until Your gone,
and even then I may go a bit more...
I'm here for you now...
Fighting for your life...
Will you fight with me? ...
And As She Slipped Away,
A Tear Ran Down My Cheek,
I Must Compose,
As There Will Be Another Call Shortly..
By: TG Truman "08"
Tags: Firefighter Poem
An email from Ireland to all of their brethren in the States...a point to ponder despite your political affiliation: 'We, in Ireland, can't figure out why you people are even bothering to hold an election in the United States. On one side, you had a pants wearing female lawyer, married to another lawyer who can't seem to keep his pants on, who just lost a long and heated primary against a lawyer, who goes to the wrong church, who is married to yet another lawyer, who doesn't even like the country her husband wants to run ! Now...On the other side, you have a nice old war hero whose name starts with the appropriate 'Mc' terminology, married to a good looking younger woman who owns a beer distributorship !! What in God's name are ya lads thinkin over in the colonies ! Pass this is for anything a Great Laugh…
Tags: An Email From Ireland Voting
When I read things like this, I immediately go over to snopes.com to check the validity. It's not because I don't believe the person who posts it, but about 85% of the stories are just urban legends with no actual facts behind them.
I am sorry to say, this one is TRUE. :(
http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/dustoff.asp Subject: 'Dusting_ important to read Latest Drug in Middle School - Dusting 'Dusting'
First, I'm going to tell you a little about me and my family. My name is Jeff. I am a Police Officer for a city which is known nationwide for it's crime rate. We have a lot of gangs and drugs. At one point we were # 2 in the nation in homicides per capita. I also have a police K-9 named Thor. He was certified in drugs and general duty. He retired at 3 years old because he was shot in the line of duty. He lives with us now and I still train with him because he likes it. I always liked the fact that there was no way to bring drugs into my house. Thor wouldn't allow it. He would tell on you. The reason I say this is so you understand that I know about drugs.
I have taught in schools about drugs My wife asks all our kids at least once a week if they used any drugs.
I like building computers occasionally and started building a new one in February 2005. I also was working on some of my older computers. They were full of dust so on one of my trips to the computer store I bought a 3 pack of DUST OFF. Dust Off is a can of compressed air to blow dust off a computer. A few weeks later when I went to use one of them they were all used. I talked to my kids and my two sons both said they had used them on their computer and messing around with them. I yelled at them for wasting the 10 dollars I paid for them.
On February 28 I went back to the computer store. They didn't have the 3 pack which I had bought on sale so I bought a single jumbo can of Dust Off. I went home and set it down beside my computer.
On March 1st, I left for work at 10 PM. Just before midnight my wife went down and kissed Kyle goodnight. At 5:30 am the next morning Kathy went downstairs to wake Kyle up for school, before she left for work. He was propped up in bed with his legs crossed and his head leaning over. She called to him a few times to get up . He didn't move. He would sometimes tease her like this and pretend he fell back asleep. He was never easy to get up. She went in and shook his arm. He fell over. He was pale white and had the straw from the Dust Off can coming out of his mouth. He had the new can of Dust Off in his hands. Kyle was dead.
I am a police officer and I had never heard of this. My wife is a nurse and she had never heard of this. We later found out from the coroner, after the autopsy, that only the propellant from the can of Dust off was in his system. No other drugs. Kyle had died betw een midnight and 1 AM.
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I found out that using Dust Off is being done mostly by kids ages 9 through 15. They even have a name for it. It's called dusting. A take off from the Dust Off name. It gives them a slight high for about 10 seconds. It makes them dizzy A boy who lives down the street from us showed Kyle how to do this about a month before. Kyle showed his best friend. Told him it was cool and it couldn't hurt you. It's just compressed air. It can't hurt you. His best friend said so.
Kyle was wrong. It's not just compressed air . It also contains a propellant called R2. It's a refrigerant like what is used in your & nbsp;refrigerator. It is a heavy gas. Heavier than air. When you inhale it, it fills your lungs and keeps the good air, with oxygen, out. That's why you feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases the oxygen to your brain, to your heart. IT KILLS YOU.
The horrible part about this is there is no warning. There is no level that kills you. It's not cumulative or an overdose; it can just go randomly, terribly wrong. IT'S NOT AN OVERDOSE . You don't die later. Or not feel good and say I've had too much. You usually die as you're breathing it in. If not you die within 2 seconds of finishing 'the hit.' That 's why the straw was still in Kyle's mouth when he died. Why his eyes were still open. The experts want to call t his huffing. The kids don't believe its huffing. And that's why its more accepted. There is no chemical reaction, no strong odor. It doesn't follow the huffing signals. Kyle complained a few days before he died of his tongue hurting. It probably did. The propellant causes frostbite. If I had only known.
It's easy to say hey, it's my life and I'll do what I want . But it isn't. Others are always affected. This has forever changed our family's life. I have a hole in my heart and soul that can never be fixed. The pain is so immense I can't describe it. There's nowhere to run from it. I cry all the time and I don't ever cry. I do what I'm supposed to do but I don't really care. My kids are messed up. One won't talk about it. The other will only sleep in our room at night. And my wife, I can't even describe how bad she is taking this. I thought we were safe because of Thor. I thought we were safe because we knew about drugs and talked to our kids about them.
After Kyle died another story came out. A probation Officer went to the school system next to ours to speak with a student. While there he found a student using Dust Off in the bathroom. This student told him about another student who also had some in his locker. This is a rather affluent school system. They will tell you they don't have a drug problem there. They don't even have a dare or plus program there. So rather than tell everyone about this 'new' way of getting high they found, they hid it. The probation officer told the media after Kyle's death and they, the school, then admitted to it. I know that if they would have told the media and I had heard, it wouldn't have been in my house.
We need to get this out of our homes and school computer labs. Using Dust Off isn't new and some 'professionals' do know about. It just isn't talked
about much, except by the kids. They all seem to know about it. April 2 nd was 1 month since Kyle died. April 5th would have been his 15th birthday. And every weekday I catch myself sitting on the living room couch at 2:30 in the afternoon and waiting to see him get off the bus
This Officer is asking for everyone who receives this email to forward it to everyone in their address book, even Law Enforcement Officers! ,
Tags: Dusting Its A Drug
Angels of Mercy
"I Wish You Could Walk In My Shoes"
I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his livelihood goes up in flames, or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or lost for good. I wish you could know what it is like to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen below you burns. I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 a.m. as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late, but wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try to save his life. I wish you knew the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke-sensations that I've become too familiar with. I wish you could understand how it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire. I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire "Is this a false alarm or a working fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?" Or to an EMS call, "What is wrong > with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?" I wish you could be in the emergency room as a doctor pronounces dead the beautiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy" again. I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine or my personal vehicle, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!" I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. "What if this was my sister, my girlfriend or a friend? What were her parents reaction going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand?" I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call. I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of "It will never happen to me" I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or of preserving someone's property, or being able to be there in time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, "Is Mommy okay?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us... Author: T.G. Truman APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL FIREFIGHTERS & EMS WORKERS (whether they are Volunteers or Career) IN YOUR AREA, ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR PROPERTY OR YOUR OWN LIFE...... And lets make 9/11 a National Holiday
Tags: Firefighters
~I'm Sorry~ Now for every man that ever hurt you.
For every tear that fell from your eyes.
Here and now, I'd like to apologize.
I see you sitting there...so together
But inside the tears keep falling.
I see the anger, the disappointment.
Inside...I hear a voice that's calling.
At night's end...you pretend,
It doesn't matter that there's no one waiting at home.
Well, I know that it matters, because I too am alone.
I'm sorry for the many nights,
You spent staring at the phone,
I'm sorry for the birthdays, the holidays.
Just the days you spent alone.
I'm sorry for the other women,
That made you feel less than the queen that you are.
I'm sorry that he reached for the moon,
When in his hand he held...a star.
I'm sorry that the only time you heard I love you,
Was when he found himself between your thighs.
Here and now, with my soul...with my heart...
To you I apologize.
I'm sorry he never listened to what you had to say.
I'm sorry that when you needed him most,
He just turned and walked away.
I'm sorry for the first time you said,
"I'll never love again."
I'm sorry for the first time you said,
"God forgive me...but I hate all men,"
I'm sorry for all the times he swore truth,
But you knew every word he said was lies.
Let this be a moment of healing......
Here and now.........I apologize.
I'm sorry he used your body,
Seeing you as nothing more...than a notch on his belt.
I'm sorry that no answer came,
When your heart cried out for help.
But most of all...I'm sorry he took you for granted.
Never realizing...the Strength...the Beauty...the Glory...
The Wonder...that is You.
But to you I say, "Don't give up!"
God has something special in store.
To you I say, "Love is around the next corner,
Behind the next door."
And this time, God will give you just what your
Heart is asking for.
Lord knows...We all make mistakes.
We're only human after all.
Just don't be so angry that you turn your back
When true love calls.
So just remember...not every man is the same.
So not every man should bare the blame,
For the deeds of a misguided few.
Remember there are men out there.....
That are willing to love You...Just...For...You.
Also remember,
Yours is not the only broken heart.
Mine has been broken too.
I just hope that you can forgive the Man in Me...
Like I forgave the Woman in You. Author: T.G.Truman In begining relationships,
sometimes we suffer the wrath of past hurts.
Be patient, kind and understanding with your lover,
For "Time Heals All Wounds"
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