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By Ricardo — 8 years ago
Woooooooo! Two weeks and counting my fellow Jabber Loggers! Yesterday made the birth of my daughter more of a reality. My wife and I had to meet with one of the advisors of the hospital in order to pre-register so that we did not have to do it when my wife goes into labor. The hospital is very nice and it’s pretty peaceful as well. I’m sure it won’t be all that peaceful when my wife is crushing my hand while dealing with a killer contraction but oh well. I helped make the child so I might as well take some pain as well right? We sat in the office with the advisor and we enjoyed some small talk but we quickly moved on to the good stuff. Let’s register and get to know everyone by asking somewhat awkward questions.
“So Ricardo, I see you’re a 911 dispatcher.”
“Yep, that’s correct.”
“Oh, that sounds like a very interesting job.”
“Why yes it is.”
The advisor stared at me for a moment, smiled and nodded her head. I was baffled. I smiled back and nodded my head as well.
“I bet you’ve heard it all huh? The job sounds unpredictable.”
“That it is, that it is.”
There were long pauses and I usually don’t talk about all of my calls because I have taken some horrifying ones. If you don’t believe me, click on the right side for “Within the Trenches” and you can read a few bad ones. So after a few awkward pauses we moved on. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk to her. I was just saving her mind from thinking too much about any bad call I brought up. We moved on to allergies in the family and past medical history. It was the normal routine crap but what threw me for a loop was when she asked about our race/ethnicity.
“So I see that you’re both white but do either of you have anything else mixed in there?”
I chuckled for a moment. I glanced over at my wife and then smiled. I slowly turned toward the advisor and my smile grew. Imagine the scene in the animated version of, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” when his smile starts out small and then grows beyond belief.
“Um…well I’m actually 100% Mexican.”
“Oh!” She turned red for a moment. “Well, I thought you might be mixed because your name is Ricardo but…”
My wife and I laughed. I took no offense at all by her comment. It takes a lot to upset me and I have an open mind and an excellent sense of humor.
I laughed and said, “It’s cool. I am slightly lighter than most Mexicans and I have no accent.” I made sure to say all of this in my best announcer voice and we all shared a nice laugh about it. Then the advisor asked another question and I almost lost it!
“So Rebecca, I know Ricardo is full Mexican but do you have any Mexican in you?”
I let out a chuckle and I bit my tongue. Seeing how she was pregnant I could have busted out several cracks but I held back. I glanced at my wife and she gave me the, “Don’t you dare joke right now” look. I’m sure she would have laughed but I let it go. The registration ended with a tour of the birthing center and I was impressed. The best part, for my wife that is, was that she may have a room with a jacuzzi. Now from what I saw, it looked pretty sweet. Are there any mom’s out there that had a chance to use one? If so, let me know what you thought about it. There is just a short time left and Lola Mae is on her way and I’m stoked! Can’t wait to meet you baby girl!Post Views: 447
By Ricardo — 8 years ago
Ah high school, the good ole days. I had the greatest time back then. Sometimes I wish I could go back but if I did I wouldn’t be able to drink a cold one with friends or go and do whatever I wanted. Actually that’s not completely true. I was able to do that back then as well but I had to hide it. I had my own car, a job, and I was kicking ass at school. Things were great but school started to get boring and I was only a freshman. I had a lot of my high school years left but I was itching to get out and be somewhat of a rebel. The opportunity came one day and I took it. I was going to skip school for the first time and it was perfect. I went with a group which included my cousins, Steve, Amanda, Mary Beth, and my girlfriend Meredith. We had planned on leaving just before lunch time so that we could drop off Mary Beth’s car at her home and then we would take Steve’s Avenger to Holland to see his girlfriend, eat, and return to school without anyone ever knowing we were gone. What could go wrong?
The time had come and we took off. The feeling was liberating and being bad felt superb! We dropped Mary Beth’s car off at her home and we were off. We listened to music at max volume and let the bass flow from Steve’s sound system. We laughed and joked about what we had done and we were the shit. Everything was going according to plan and we made our way to Holland High. We parked on the side of the school and waited for Steve’s girlfriend to come out. While waiting we listened to music and chilled. As we enjoyed our time the school’s Resource Officer walked up and asked what we were doing and what school we were from. So being the good kids that we were we told him the truth. We said we were from Saugatuck High School, but actually from Fennville, and gave our names. The Officer said he was going to make a phone call and for us to wait. As he rounded the corner we hauled ass. It was great but it was the beginning of our downfall.
It was time to find a place to eat lunch and head back to school. We had hit a speed bump with the officer but got away free and clear. We had come up to a four way stop and I remember telling Steve to slow down and he went right through it. Thank god there were no cars coming because we would have been done for. The good time was getting a little weird with the second speed bump in our adventure. We brushed it off and suggested Burger King for lunch but stubborn ass Steve wanted to go to McDonald’s. He was driving so we had no choice. We went to the McDonald’s on S. Washington in Holland, got our food, and sat down to eat. Despite the minor setbacks we were still kings and queens.
The line at the drive thru was getting long and we were getting ready to leave. We basked in our triumph and I glanced to the right. My smile disappeared and I went numb. What I saw almost made me pee my pants. In the drive-thru sat my mother and father. They were laughing and smiling and my father looked to the left and his smile disappeared and he squealed out of the line. I was screwed! I panicked and told everyone that my parents saw us and Mary Beth immediately told me to run and hide in the bathroom. I told her that there was no point since we had been already spotted and in came my mom. We told her that we had come up for lunch but she was pissed! She said that she was going to tell their parents and she took me away. It was a slow walk to the car where my father sat. I swear I could hear someone yelling, “Deadman walking” and they took me back to school. I sat there as my parents tore me a new asshole.
We got to the school and I apologized for what I had done. I walked up to the front doors and I noticed a second shadow next to me. I looked to the right and there was my dad. I asked what he was doing and I remember him saying, “I’m making sure your ass stays in school”. We walked in and he stopped as I passed the principals office.
“Where are you going?”
“Um…I’m going back to class dad.”
“No, get your ass back here.”
We went into the office and my father asked for Mr. Rummer. We were told to walk in and the door slammed behind me. I began to sweat and I was sure I was going to punish my pants with a frightened log.
“How can I help you Mr. Martinez?”
“Tell him what you did Rich.”
“Um…my parents caught me skipping. I’m sorry Mr. Rummer.”
“Oh, your a good kid Rich. I appreciate you telling me, just don’t do it again.”
“That’s all,” my dad asked.
“Uh…well…who was all with you Rich?”
I was put on the spot and I had to give up who was with me. In the end the principal gave all of us six hours of detention. If we had only gone to F’ing Burger King we might have made out like bandits but we were caught. I lost my Camaro for a month or so and it sucked. I could say that I learned my lesson but I would be lying. Let’s just say I was never caught again. It was good times and if I had to do it again I would do it in a heartbeat but our asses would go to F’ing BK!Post Views: 249
By Ricardo — 7 years ago
How many of you have been faced with a moral judgment? I’m sure everyone has at one time or another. Did you happen to confront it? Did you simply walk away? It’s hard to do the right thing sometimes don’t you think? Some would say that they would do what was right and step in while others would leave it for someone else to deal with. So what is a moral judgment anyway? Better yet, let’s look at what a moral is. According to Merriam-Webster a moral is “a : of or relating to principles of right and wrong in behavior: ethical <moral judgments>, and d : sanctioned by or operative on one’s conscience or ethical judgment <a moral obligation>.” After reading those definitions you have a pretty good idea of what a moral or moral judgment is right? If not, just think about the television show, “What Would You Do?” The show presents scenarios of moral judgment to see how people react and whether they would step in or walk away.
A good example comes from a 911 call, which I believe I have mentioned before, that I was involved with. Several calls came in on a car that had flipped into a field. One of our many callers was actually walking their dog and passed right by the car. The caller told us what the car looked like and that it was indeed flipped over. When asked if he could check to see if anyone was in it he declined. He was then asked if he could at least yell out to see if anyone would respond and he replied with, “I’d rather not get involved,” and hung up on us. So what would you do? Personally I would have gone to help but to each their own I guess. So now let’s look at a scenario, and I would like for everyone to respond within the comments section on this one. I want to see what you would do if you were confronted with a moral judgment that involved your spouse. Better yet, let’s throw in a twist. It’s taken from listverse.com and reads,
“You are an emergency worker that has just been called to the scene of an accident. When you arrive you see that the car belongs to your wife. Fearing the worst you rush over to see she is trapped in her car with another man.
She sees you and although barely conscious, she manages to mouth the words “I’m sorry”…
You don’t understand, but her look answers you question. The man next to her is her lover with whom she’s been having an affair.
You reel back in shock, devastated by what her eyes have just told you. As you step back, the wreck in front of you comes into focus. You see your wife is seriously hurt and she needs attention straight away. Even if she gets attention there’s a very high chance she’ll die.
You look at the seat next to her and see her lover. He’s bleeding heavily from a wound to the neck and you need to stem the flow of blood immediately. It will only take about 5 minutes to stop, but it will mean your wife will definitely die.
If you tend to your wife however, the man will bleed to death despite the fact it could have been avoided.
Who would you choose to work on?”
Now I know this scenario may be a bit far fetched but it could happen. So what would you do folks? Would you help the lover or the wife/husband depending on the case? I mean, there are a lot of factors to take into consideration but you also have to make a split second decision. Make sure to comment so that we can generate some discussion on this!Post Views: 345