Paramedic Figures: A Narrative Fiction

When she woke up the next day, there was a piece of paper on her pillow. It had a phone number on it and a name, Walter Hamasaki. So, she called the number and someone answered. “Hello, this is Walter Hamasaki. Sorry I am busy at the moment please leave your name and number, and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible,” beep.

"Julie you be quiet now. we don't want you to be caught ok?" addie whispered

I make a turn around the building to see Lisa on the floor looking unconscious. I’m freaking out running as fast as I can. Lisa, Lisa can you hear me? I slid on the ground towards her and check her pulse. 1, 2,3 it beats against my fingers. TODDDDD, CRAIGGGGG Lisa’s bleeding a lot! Oh wait look, the bullet hit her arm. Craig go get the car quickly “on it,” he replies. I slowly lift her up and drag her to the car. Step on the Gas Craig!

Tallulah and I were at the fuel airport. It was the littlest airport. It was night so it was hard to see there. We are going to go pick up orphans from Africa. We are flying over the Atlantic ocean. “Talulah are you ready to go,” Lizzie said. “Let's go Lizzie.” Said Talulah. We are 30 min away. 30 min went by. We are landing. And the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

“What you did was terrible, and you will pay for it,” Stephanie said to the criminal. “That’s not what I asked for sweetheart, so now I’m going to have to shut you up.” She tried to scream, but was soon beat for her attempt. The man placed tape over Stephanie’s mouth, and she began to dread what her fate may be. It was though she no longer had a voice. While the man was going through Stephanie’s bag, she managed to stand up. Consequently, she realized her mistake when he had a gun pointed towards her head. “This is it, this is where it ends,” Stephanie thought to herself. Looking through the gun barrels made her rethink everything she had done in her

At Folsom Women’s Facility, inmate STARLA RADMACHER (24), mediates and talks to “Helen.” She’s in prison for vehicular manslaughter and for driving under the influence. She’s startled when she’s dragged away in the middle of the night and locked into a room alone. FBI AGENT BARRET

A. Each week in America, paramedics arrive on the scene of an accident where the victim has crossed the barrier between life and death. There is no heartbeat. Breathing has stopped. All the vital signs of life are absent. But the paramedics do not accept this death as final. They begin CPR; perhaps inject a drug that stimulates the heart. For a few frantic moments, nothing happens. Then, the victim begins to cough, taking a few ragged breaths, and the heart begins to beat, pulsing life through the body. And instead of sending a corpse to the morgue, the ambulance takes a patient to the hospital. Was the victim dead? Without getting too theological or technical, we would have to answer, yes. If not for the expert care of the paramedics, the

Hearing the sound of a pager going off in the distance. Seeing a person running through the halls, jumping into an ambulance, and taking off with lights and sirens blaring loudly. The thought of helping others and changing lives intrigues me. A path of becoming a paramedic has been carved out for me. I plan on following this career path, after I finish high school in May of 2017.Graduating from MOC-Floyd Valley High school is only the beginning of a lifelong career. There is no other college that I can think of that has this program and the instructors to teach it. Consequently, it is close enough to home and yet far enough away, so I can experience the college life.

“Okay. Okay. I'm about ten minutes from home. I'm on the way there now. Have you talked to Lester?”

“I am going to cut you off there. No one did this to me I tripped and fell on to the edge of the trashcan I started bleeding. I was on my way here when I guess I passed out.” She looked down at me frowning. No she looked like she felt bad I could tell she was suspicious, but I did not care I got up said “ Thank you for the help,” and walked out the door. As I got out onto the street I started to think about how much I hated this. It hurt so much. It had months since he had gone home even mildly happy. Everyday he was tormented by Dickey for being himself. For not being like everybody else. For being straight.

“No, get away from me! You’re crazy why did you hurt me?!” She yelled at him as tears kept falling from her cheeks.

Maria Alfred, fourteen years old at the time, lives in Haiti. Unfortunately, Haiti undergoes a tsunami leaving thousands displaced with no electricity and no clean water. What makes matter worse crime is starting to increase due to scarceness of resources. About a week goes by and many people either grew sick or perished. There has been aircraft spotted as each day goes by. Maria was luck y to still have all of her immediate family still alive, however, they were starving. Then one evening several aircrafts landed need where Maria and her family were residing. A person with a microphone instruct those within distance to come their way if they could so that they can take them to refuge. As everyone made their way to the aircrafts Maris picks

Mobile Integrated Healthcare, Community Paramedic (MIH/CP) is a nationally recognized program where local Emergency Medical Services (EMS) have become involved in providing patient-centered care in partnership with local resources such as social services and primary care (Mobile Integrated Healthcare and Community Paramedicine (MIH-CP): A National Survey, 2015). These programs range in services from in-home consultation for chronic disease management to deploying telemedicine to connect homebound patients with offsite care givers. The author states: “From medical homes to care teams to accountable care organizations, the concept of collaborative, integrated, patient-centered care is a major theme of healthcare reform - and MIH-CP (p. 9)”.

As the driver was about to race back to the shore, I yelled, “WAIT!!! WHAT ABOUT MY MOM?!?” In his thick accent, he yelled back “WE LEAVE HER!!” Outraged by his carelessness for my mother’s life, in that split second, I grew out of my stereotypical childhood, where I would placidly listen to anything someone would say, and I jumped into the shoes of an adult. I pulled on the driver’s life vest, indicating to him to hold on, and I grabbed my mom with one hand, and her life vest with the other, and I yelled, “GO, GO, GO!!!” The driver raced to the shore as fast as he could, as I dragged my mother alongside the jet

“Ok, just be careful,” she said nervous still. “I don’t want to lose you over some crazy people.”