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So after my absolute hissy fit of a blog (See the Terrible, Horrible blog) I went on about my day, this being the new day. The one thing I like about working in the middle of the night is I always get to see the new day. Anyway, we had a trauma come through the ER and it was single vehicle accident, the guy was drunk and went off the road flipping his car 5 times. He is a vegetable, serious head trauma they life flighted him to a larger city. But they are required by law for a legal blood alcohol draw to be performed so they call me. I go to the ER like a good tech.

There he was all hooked up to these machines, more ink (as in tattoos) on him than I have ever seen before, his hair is cut into a punk style, black finger nail polish, and this was a big guy, laid out on the table in a coma. His family member is in tears sitting next to him, trying to get another family member to meet up with her before they fly him out in the helicopter. She isnt crying, she is sobbing, and part of me went out to her. The cop is like looking at me with a "what's the hold up" look, and she is in here sobbing. I am not sure really what happened next, but I continued with the afore mentioned draw and managed to get what the cop needed, but my heart was totally cold for a moment. I kept holding this comatose guy's hand, while trying to find a vein and he was like ice to the touch.

The woman was still in the room and she was still crying, the chaplain was there and they started praying as we drew his blood for this test. And then it was like my heart started pumping warm blood again. I felt so bad for this woman, and this poor dude on the table who made a mistake. A mistake that will cost him, potentially his life. Then it occured to me that all life is precious. Even those people that irritate us and in general dont seem to give a damn about anyone else but themselves are precious and unique.

Holding this strangers hand and looking at him for a moment, just a blink in time, I felt like the world had lost something special. And all those paltry problems, because really they are, mean nothing when it comes to holding the hand of another human being and recognizing how special they are for even being in existance. I think all people start out being basically good, and somewhere along the line, environment makes them become bad. It saddens me repeatedly that we as humans have gotten to the point where we take life for granted. So no matter how arrogant someone seems, no matter how much another persons attitude may irritate me, I wont take anyone for granted anymore.

Believeing that every soul is precious will probably cause me a lot of pain, and in some peoples opinions, undue suffering. But if I can keep my eye on the reality of who they are, then it will not be in vain. I would rather cry tears for another person, than turn my back and not care at all. This officially makes me a sap, I am sure.

Peace be with every person who reads this....