The stories of how people end up in EMS are always fascinating to me… So while everyone is talking about beginnings, I thought I would share my story…
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away – Wait that’s another story
I guess it was 1988, 89 something like that – I was living in Kalamazoo Mi and trying to find my way in the world – I received my discharge from the Marine Corps and really had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
Shortly thereafter I started dating a girl – you knew the story would involve a girl didn’t you?
Anyway – Both of her parents were a part of the local volunteer Fire Dept. and her mom was a first responder on the ambulance as well as a firefighter. I still don’t know exactly what it was about the stories they shared that I found so fascinating, or what it was about becoming a volunteer I found so appealing, but I always sat and listened to the war stories with a sort of wide eyed wonder. Eventually her mom talked me into coming down and finding out what it was about… that was it I was hooked.
I joined at the first opportunity I could, although if memory serves me correctly I had to attend several meetings and then have someone nominate me for membership. After the nomination process and attending more meetings I was finally voted on and made a probie.
Great I’m a member – now how do I get lights and a siren in my car ?!? It’s funny looking back on it now, and funny how such a stupid question can change the course of your life – but hey I was a young guy and lights and sirens were cool to me back then (and they meant I could drive fast 😉 ) The answer was simple – complete your probationary period, AND either firefighter 1 and 2 or EMT school. Hmmmm FF 1and 2 was offered free by the department but it was like one class a week and near as I could figure it would something along the lines of a millennium to finish (my sense of time was a little off back then too) or I could EMT school – 1 semester and a couple hundred bucks – well that was a no brainer.
I attended my initial EMT training at Kalamazoo Valley Community College and was certified as an EMT-Ambulance (yes that’s what the certificate said) I still remember the instructors name – Paul Dickens NREMT-P and my first clinical rides with Mall City Ambulance.
After graduation I got a job with Mall City on their non emergency transfer car and loved every minute of it…
Eventually, I moved back to NY and worked my way through several private companies before ending up with NYC EMS (which was NOT a fire based service back then).
Several years later I again moved this time to Texas for personal reasons… and it was the beginning of the end of my initial period in EMS.
The town where I lived had a volunteer fire based service and a private company that provided 911 service… Jobs with the private service were few and far between so I joined the local VFD and became a part of the “first response and rescue” service.
While I was there I finished my FF 1 and got trained in the use of the hurst tool, high angle, low angle and swift water rescue – I had an absolute blast – BUT (there’s always a but isn’t there?) the devotion to the volunteer squad and the training didn’t leave tome for a real job – and the VFD didn’t pay – so being unable to find an EMS job, I went back to my old standby of construction, which was what I did to buy
beer lunch money in High School.
Eventually the time demands of the job and the family took what little time I had left from the VFD and I resigned because I couldn’t give them the commitment they deserved.
When renewal time rolled around, I saw no point in renewing my cert – I wasn’y using it anymore so what the hell let it lapse…
Fast forward 15 years and you will find me running my own construction company, successful but ABSOLUTELY HATING every minute of my days. I started to fall into a depression and while soul searching I realized how much I hated what I did… It was cross roads time – Can I take the HUGE pay cut and come back to EMS and not hate my job or do I suck it and keep bending nails?
After a long period of soul searching and lots of support from friends, family and loved ones – they convinced me it was more important to be happy.
I researched schools and moved here in the hopes of working for the service that runs my paramedic school program – I enrolled in EMT school (again… what was that comment about letting that certificate lapse… )and I haven’t looked back even once since making the decision.
Here I am now – 1/4 of the way through paramedic school (a second time for that as well) and on the cusp of making what has truly been the dream of my adult life into a reality – fortunately I’ll graduate before the Mayan calendar ends _ so even if the world does end in December – I’ll go out with a disco patch on my arm
What about you – share your story below – and tell us if you choose EMS or if it choose you…