Welcome to My Life.

It is a thing few understand, to be rushing down the highway zipping past cars pumping on someone's chest as they are barely holding on for life. The angel of death coming to knock on the final glimpse of life for that faint soul, to know our story you would have to live like us. We get up from our dinner tables to the sound of pagers buzzing and we leave our families behind to go save some stranger we have never even heard of simply so he or she can go home to their family and have another day. We face death, we watch it overcome a limp body laying on our stretcher and us Maltese cross wearers still see ghost..