Within the Trenches is back! Episode 107 is sponsored by INdigital – A leader in Next-Gen Core Services. In this episode I sat down with my brother Fernando to tell some personal stories that include a possible UFO sighting and a 9-1-1 tape of those sightings. A shoutout goes to OpenMinds – UFO News and Investigations for the short story and the audio. Also the Sons and Daughters of Dispatch decals are available for purchase so get yours while you can! Another shoutout goes to Heather of Absolute Photography in Holland, MI for assisting with the first few orders of vinyl decals. You do amazing work and if anyone is looking for vinyl Heather is your top choice!
This episode is a must listen so make sure to check it out and share! As always if you have any questions or you would like to be a guest on the show send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Episode topics –
- Santa came early
- House break-in
- UFO sighting
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Just after that story, Gov. Rick Snyder of Michigan passed a bill that would make the drug illegal. WXYZ, a local ABC news affiliate, quoted Snyder as saying, “This is one of those war on drug kind of questions that is going to be a challenge ahead, but I think we have better weapons and tools today and that’s something to be proud of.”
This story is a follow up which features two local officers who share what they know about the drug, a story involving those who have taken it and how Snyder’s bill has changed the way we deal with synthetic drugs.
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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: 498
By Ricardo — 2 years ago
Guest blog written by: Daphanie Bailes – Within the Trenches Admin, In Between the Chaos columnist for IAED & Senior Telecommunicator and Communications Training Coordinator for Martin County Fire Rescue
I have never done that. I was so emotionally consumed by your call, I broke character completely. I walked outside and did something that I had never needed to do before.
Yours was the first call of my shift. You said you found your teenage son on the floor in his room…cold…blue. The phone wouldn’t reach. You said you would call from your cell. I told you to leave the line open and call back. As the phone rang only a few seconds later, I told my team that I would get it, I had you. We did CPR for what felt like forever. I relayed location information in between the compressions counter so Law Enforcement could find your house. When I heard the officer arrive and attach the AED, the robotic voice emitted a heart wrenching phrase, “Shock not advised”. The officer continued CPR until the rescue went on scene. I stayed on that open line as long as I could, listening for some glimmer of hope. The rescue encoded to the hospital. I heard the auto-pulse machine in the background giving compressions. I listened to the paramedic relay the ALS protocol administered. Round after round of medication had been given. No change.
At some point, I was able to walk outside. I needed a minute. Just to process. It was raining. Maybe I could somehow wash your screams out of my head. The situation just hit so close to home, I couldn’t shake it off.
I called my daughter’s middle school. I asked the receptionist to pull her out of class and have her call me. Why was I asking this? What is wrong with me? Moments later, my phone rang.
“Hello.” “Mommy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby. Mommy had a bad call. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Ok, Mom. I love you.” (How lucky was I to be able to hear that?!)
“I love you, too. Have a good day, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.”
I came back in and stopped by my boss’ office. He asked me if I was ok. In my head I’m shouting “How can I be ok?” I began to cry and told him how I felt, another first for me. I told him how I feel like a little part of my heart dies each time I take a call like that, how I don’t know how many more of those calls I can take, how my heart hurts, how I wish that I could just take a break from it all but I know I can’t. My team needs me. I was lucky enough that he was able to cover the phones for me a little while longer. I took another walk around the parking lot, took a few more deep breaths and resumed my post, waiting for that next call.
Later, the hospital called for an air transport to the pediatric hospital in the neighboring county. I prayed it was “my patient”. Almost 2 hours later, the patient was stable enough to fly. Do I dare hope?
I was blessed to receive several updates through the public safety grapevine, a definite rarity. After each update, I remained “cautiously optimistic”. A few weeks later, I learned he went home. The Protocol, the on-scene efforts, the pre-hospital care, the modern medicine of 3 different hospitals, many prayers and a miracle had brought this child back. Back to his momma, so she could hear him say “I love you too Mom”.
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