12/07/2025
There are days in EMS that feel like chaos wrapped in more chaos. Days where the shift starts with coffee and ends in blood, heartbreak, or just sheer exhaustion. And yetâI keep showing up. Not because I have to. But because I love this job.
I love EMS because itâs real.
Thereâs no fluff. No filters. Just you, your partner, and a patient who needs help. It strips life down to the essentialsâairway, breathing, circulation, and humanity. You see people on their worst day, and somehow, youâre the steady voice in the disaster. Thatâs not something everyone gets to do.
I love EMS because of the moments that no one else sees.
The quiet hand you hold in the back of the truck. The elderly patient who says, âIâm scared,â and you make them feel safe again. The little kid who stops crying when you hand them a stuffed animal or make a silly face. Itâs not always the dramatic saves. Sometimes, itâs the tiny victories that remind you why this matters.
I love EMS because of the people.
My coworkers are familyâthe kind forged in stress, sweat, and shared trauma. We laugh until we cry and sometimes cry until we laugh. EMS doesnât attract average people; it attracts those wild enough to run into the chaos and smart enough to make sense of it. And somewhere in that adrenaline-fueled mess, we find each other.
I love EMS because Iâve grown in it.
It taught me leadership, resilience, empathy, and how to think fast on my feet. Iâve had to make calls that scared me, comfort families in grief, and speak up when things didnât feel right. EMS doesnât just shape the way I workâitâs shaped who I am.
Most of all, I love EMS because it gives my life meaning.
This job hurts sometimes. It asks a lot. But when I look back, I know I made a difference. Even if it was just for one person, one night, one momentâthatâs enough.
Because when the tones drop, and we roll out with the lights reflecting in the windshield, I know Iâm exactly where Iâm supposed to be.