I became an EMT so that I could pay it forward. When I was 21, I had two small children and was a widow, due to a tragic accident. I don’t remember a lot about the day my husband was killed, but the one thing that I do remember was an EMT held my hand, hugged my neck and stayed with me until my family got to hospital. The very same EMT came to the funeral to pay respect.
Three years later my, mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer and died. Once again, I had another experience with another EMT.