Don’t get too friendly with your local EMT’s
By Julie Carter
America’s
finest – our local law enforcement and emergency respondents. And the
best thing for anyone is to never ever need any of them.
Every
now and then we all find ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It’s not hard to do and it isn’t until it is too late that we realize
that is just what happened.
Such was my Saturday before the 4th
of July. I was, as I usually am at that time of year, in the rodeo arena
taking photos of some cowboy event. This one happened to be the Youth
Ranch Rodeo – kids on fast running horses.
In the midst of one
of the events I proceeded to get myself run into by a very fast running
horse. It wasn’t a pretty sight – me flying, camera flying, and
sunglasses airborne. It is amazing the thoughts that can go through
your mind during the split seconds of wreck like that.
Beyond
the “he is going to hit me” and the “this is going to hurt” is the “oh
no, my camera!” Although my camera, a baby at only 6 months old, is
better insured than I am, it also is a critical part of my job and
certainly vital on this holiday weekend.
Before the dust had
settled, I rolled over from the sprawled side-back position I had landed
and somewhat un-spryly scrambled to my feet.
Every effort was
made to appear perfectly healthy to the emergency medical technicians
hanging on the fence like vultures waiting for their first piece of meat
or someone to stop breathing. Hey, it is their job.
Here is the
danger. I know these fine, highly qualified heroes. They are my friends
as well as my heroes. But there isn’t a one of them I want giving me
mouth to mouth while I’m awake and know about it. And when they wanted
to check my leg? Well, I just told them they would have to shoot me with
a gun first to get me to take my britches off.
The moral of
this story is – don’t make friends with the people who can save your
life because you might not let them do it when it really is necessary.
Reaching
for any parts that might be in the dirt before they were trampled by
concerned bystanders, I hobbled to the fence, bruised and “contused,”
but headed for better days –in about a week.
The best part came
the next day. Back in the arena with the kids on running horses, a fair
board member presented me with a 10-foot piece of crime scene tape – the
yellow plastic ribbon that has in bold print “Do Not Cross This Line”
repeated the length of it.
It was tied around my neck like a
necktie and became part of my wardrobe for the day. It seemed to work. I
didn’t get run over again and not because there weren’t a few attempts.
To my heroes in the big box truck with the flashing lights:
Thank you for being who you are and doing what you do. You honor me with
your friendship.
With God’s help, may I always remain the embedded reporter on the scene, not the “in bed” reporter from the scene.
© Julie Carter 2006
Issues of concern to people who live in the west: property rights, water rights, endangered species, livestock grazing, energy production, wilderness and western agriculture. Plus a few items on western history, western literature and the sport of rodeo... Frank DuBois served as the NM Secretary of Agriculture from 1988 to 2003. DuBois is a former legislative assistant to a U.S. Senator, a Deputy Assistant Secretary of Interior, and is the founder of the DuBois Rodeo Scholarship.
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