Even though it’s been over three years since my cardiac arrest I still always react to seeing ambulances racing around – and to the sound of an ambulance siren.
I live on the 10th floor of my building (on a major street in my city) so I hear them often. But despite the regularity of hearing them they never seem to disappear into background noise . . . I always acknowledge an ambulance siren.
That day in 2011 a crew of paramedics and fire people saved me with CPR and a defibrillator. (Taking over from my ex-boyfriend who noticed something was wrong with me and who started CPR.) At the hospital a team of doctors and nurses took over and nursed me back to health.
It is crazy that there are some strangers in this city who . . . saved my life.
Yes, I know it’s their job but still . . . it was a pretty profound act.
This event (and the people who saved me) remind me of the divine connection between all of us.
And reminds me that there’s no possibility for us to even fathom how deeply we’re connected. It’s beyond our measly realm of understanding.
When I’m in line at the grocery store I often wonder if the person in front of me (or behind me) is one of the paramedics that saved my life? Or the nurse or doctor who treated me in the intensive care unit?
Am I sitting beside them in traffic at a red light?
Have I ever walked past them in the hospital on my way to an appointment?
From my perspective, this connection is a reason to try to always be kind.
Or to smile when smiled at.
We truly are all connected.
BTW, if you saved my life, or know someone who took part in saving my life, please contact me. I would love to give you a hug and to thank you. *big smile*