God Bless EMTs

Our boy wants to be a police officer, EMT or fire fighter. He is only 6 but I know he can do it. He is extraordinarily selfish but he has this tender heart inside of him, to save and to rescue. 

This morning, on the way to school, we were talking about the future. He said he wants to drive an ambulance and rescue people from fires. I talked to him about his "first parents" and how they had to call an ambulance to get to the hospital so he could be born somewhere safe. He was quiet. I asked him what he was thinking and he said he was thinking about saving people from fires. He does not like to talk about his adoption. I followed up with some praise about how brave he is and how much he is loved.

You see, our boy's first parents didnt have a car. They lived in a dirty garage. In fact, it was the EMTs who called child protective services (CPS) and not the nurses. Our boy was born with marijauna in his system and there were many, man red flags (like the ages of his first parents) but there was no sign (yet) of abuse or neglect so the nurses, for all I know, did their job to care for birth mom and our boy. The EMTs called CPS because of the condition of the home. I'm not sure if they went inside to help birth mom get on the ambulance. They must have. They reported that it was dirty and unfit. This was September in the Pacific Northwest. Not warm, but not yet cold. I'm told the garage didnt have heating and it is damp and cold by late October. His parents had just moved into this place 2 weeks before. I'm not sure how much the EMTs knew but I am forever indebted to them. Without them, my son, our boy, may not be alive. He would have gone home to freeze or stave in that garage. 

God Bless EMTs. I would be thrilled if our boy chose that career path.

Sincerely, 

Mama