I remember a time where everything was carefree. Where there were no higher expectations for me to meet, a time where I was able to see the pure innocence and simplicity of life. This is not the life I currently reflect, but one I see play out in the eyes of my younger siblings. As one ages into a level of maturity in which they must carefully analyze and contemplate their current decisions and steps to achieve their ambitious future, one begins to lose their sense of innocence. When I look into my future, I see a confident young woman who is helping others in every way she can. It was last year that I knew that I wanted to join the emergency services, but which department? Police. Fire. Paramedic. Military. Each of these careers serve others when they need it the most, see people at their worst, and help them in no matter their situation. These public servants put their lives on the line each and every day to serve others and protect society. As the months passed, I researched each department for the skills required, post secondary education, and most importantly, the stories of those working their dream job helping others. Each story I came to spoke about the grit it takes to work in the line of duty, the emotional and physical strength to see the worst of society day in and day out. There is a reason why the rates of suicide and PTSD are so high in individuals who work these careers. These individuals continually see others at their worst, experience the grief of having to tell someone their loved one is dead, and no matter the amount of effort they put into saving a life, sometimes there isn’t much they can do. The people who work these careers see things that the human body should not be seeing on a regular basis, this in turn results in trauma to one’s mental state. Despite the cost, these people love their jobs and would do anything to be out helping others.
Only a few months ago I came to a final conclusion, I was going to become a paramedic. In some ways this eased my parents, for they knew my other alternative was so be a police officer. To set myself up for success, I knew I had to work my butt off to get the grades and experience to get into a respectable school. In every way I can I do research of each school, admission requirements, the best ways to secure a spot in the program. None of these things will guarantee a definite spot, but one can only do their best to achieve their dreams. To work as a paramedic, one’s innocence is no longer present. The optimistic ideals that everything will be ok was taken when one knew they wanted to be apart of this career. To see an individual at their worst while in a medical emergency you can only do as you have been trained and do your very best. Despite their awareness of the pain and suffering of the world, these individuals are often the ones who see the best in others and in society. In every way possible, those who work in the emergency services do their best to see the light in every situation.
Aware of the cost and work needed to become apart of the emergency services, I know that it is the place for me. The place where I am able to help others and work to improve the world even in the slightest. The loss of innocence is a transition, one that allows for an individual to become apart of something greater, given the opportunity. Being a part of the emergency services is my true dream, and I can’t wait for the days to come.