Ep 139 features the CEO and Public Relations Director of Uivo, Emily and David. Uivo is the only fast and secure emergency contact system for personal property that works directly with public safety dispatch centers. In this episode we learn about how both Emily and David got into public safety. Emily has a background in 9-1-1 dispatch and David is a current firefighter and paramedic. Emily’s experience in the 9-1-1 world was an inspiration to the development of Uivo.
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Episode topics –
- Emily’s 9-1-1 story
- David’s public safety story
- 9-1-1 calls
- The severed foot run
- NAVIGATOR conference experience
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By Ricardo — 7 years ago
I have been scared of a lot of things in life. A lot of it is every day stuff but big bodies of water are not my friend, I don’t like clowns (like Pennywise), and up until a few years ago, I had a fear of flying. I had never flown before so what was there to be afraid of? It’s not like I had a bad experience flying or anything, I was just plain scared. Maybe I can attribute this fear to movies I have seen in my past. La Bamba is a good one, where the main character has nightmares of his best friend dying from plane debris falling on him. In the end the character named, “Ritchie” dies in a plane crash so I’m sure that’s one of the movies that did it for me. Another one would be “Alive”. I love the movie but I wouldn’t want to crash in the mountains and eventually have to resort to eating the other passengers. Well…if it came down to it, I would take out the elderly first since they would more than likely hold us younger folk back. So…yeah, I have a fear of flying. Well, had a fear of flying.
A few years ago my cousin decided to get married in Las Vegas and my mom had asked if I wanted to go. I told her yes, not thinking it was going to happen, and about a week after the initial question she called me up to tell me my ticket had been purchased. I was stoked because I had never been to Vegas before and I was sure we were going to have an excellent time. After jumping around like a fool in excitement of the good news I was slapped in the face by a jerk named Reality. I’ve never flown before. I was freaking out and it had been on my mind for a month and up until the time for me to fly out. My dad drove me to Chicago so that I could fly out of Midway. I had the jitters and he told me I’d be fine. I figured I would but I happened to be flying on the week of 9/11 so I was slightly scared. Ok, I was “piss my pants” scared.
I went in and did everything I needed to do like check in, pray, pop in a stick of gum to avoid from my ears popping, pray, and take a couple of Dramamine. Did I say pray? Oh I did? Ok well let’s move on. I made my way to the gate and the waiting area was packed with people. I was uncomfortable as it was and now I was in a crowded place. I’m not claustrophobic but at that time I felt it a little. What was worse was that the events of 9/11 played on CNN on the monitors around the area I was sitting in. Needless to say I was freaked out even more. Well, it was finally time to get on the plane. It seemed like forever to board and once boarded it seemed like forever before we took off. When we started moving my blood was pumping and I held my breath. The sweat began to build up and I sunk into my chair and white knuckled the arm rests. As we lifted off I went through every prayer I could think of. Finally the pilot said we could unfasten our seat belts and move around. The stewardess’ walked around asking about snacks and drinks and I ordered a double Jack and Coke.
About halfway to Vegas we hit a storm and it was bad. The turbulence was nuts and I was freaking out. It was just my luck that at this point in the flight my bodily functions decided to make themselves known. We were told we could not get up but I was struggling to hold it in. I had to pee like you wouldn’t believe and I wanted to cry. I crossed my legs and began to pray again. My dumb ass chugged the rest of my Jack and Coke to sooth my pain but the whole reason for my pain was because of fluids in the first place. The turbulence continued and and I had to grit my teeth. I turned back to look at the bathroom and the stewardess smiled at me.
“Ma’am I really need to use the restroom.”
“I’m sorry sir but I can’t give you permission to use the bathroom.”
Did you catch the message there?
“Err…look I really can’t hold it anymore.”
I turned back around and she snickered away. The plane seemed to drop slightly and everyone jumped out of their seats. I swear I sprung a leak once that happened but a light bulb exploded in my brain and I turned back to speak to the stewardess.
“You said you couldn’t give me permission right?”
“Right, I can’t give you permission.”
I jumped up and all you could see was the smoke from my feet as I ran to the bathroom. When I finished up I came out of the bathroom with a Mentos smile and I was ready to take on the world…or at least the rest of the flight. When we finally arrived I was relieved to be on the ground but it’s really the only way to travel. It was well worth the near explosion of my bladder and I was able to conquer my fear. The next time I fly I will make sure to leave the drinks alone for fear that I might just succeed in peeing my pants.Post Views: 243
By Ricardo — 6 years ago
More and more children are consuming large amounts of media each day. According to Mashable.com, The Kaiser Family Foundation conducted a study that showed children are consuming “11 hours’ worth of media content within a seven and half-hour span.” The American Academy of Pediatrics states that,
“The average young person views more than 3000 ads per day on television (TV), on the Internet, on billboards, and in magazines. Increasingly, advertisers are targeting younger and younger children in an effort to establish “brand-name preference” as early an age as possible.”
Quick facts from greatschools.org –
- Half of all kids who start smoking do so because they saw it in movies.
- Movie smoking is even more effective than cigarette ads with teens.
- Research shows that 9- to 11-year-olds can identify the Budweiser frogs better than Tony the Tiger, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers or Smokey the Bear.
Why does this matter?
- Because alcohol advertising affects underage drinking behavior.
- Because kids are using drugs at younger and younger ages.
- Because kids, especially teens, are bombarded with thousands of images of smoking in movies alone.
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By Ricardo — 7 years ago
I’m sure you have all taken a random trip some time in your life and whether it turned out good or bad it was still an experience. One of my random trips includes my first Greyhound bus ride from Michigan to Florida. My cousin Mike and I started out in South Haven and the bus station was a hole where it shared a building with dry cleaners and a gyro stand. It was odd but what could we do? The up side of it all was that there was a table top style arcade game of Ms. Pacman and we played until the bus arrived. When it finally did show up we boarded and it was pretty nice. The seats were cozy and had lots of room and we felt that we were headed for a smooth trip. And…We were wrong!
Once we made our switch in Michigan City the quality of bus went down, way down. The seats were small, the bus was loud, and the stench from the bathroom was bad and it was hot. We were second guessing our decision but we proceeded with our adventure. We made plenty of stops but I want to highlight on the memorable ones like Chicago. By the time we got to Chicago we were hungry and tired. We went from a stank ass bus to a stank ass bus station. We got in line to get some food and it was set up like a high school cafeteria. We were looking at the food and it was rank! The site and quality was right out of “Rapper’s Delight”, “The macaroni’s soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood”. Yep they described it just right but the peas in Chicago had that stale smell to them and were topped with a brown film. We decided to eat burnt burgers and soggy fries and although the food sucked and the place smelled something awful there was a highlight. When we left I was looking out the window and saw a homeless man sitting out back on a recliner and he threw a thumbs up to me. It might seem sad but it was the coolest thing to me.
When we got into Kentucky the entire bus was ready to take out the bus driver. The guy was one of those people that you want to clock in the face and shout, “That’ll learn ya!” At one of our stops he tells us that he is not staying long and for us not to get off. There was an older male up front who had the type of crutches that are clasped around both arms and he said he really had to go. The bus driver yelled at him to hurry up or he would have to catch the next bus. I shit you not we were not there ten minutes and the guy shut the door and left. We were all yelling at him to stop and the guy was just walking out of the station and the bus driver yelled at us to shut up and that he warned him. We left the poor guy there and his luggage was still on the bus. We were all angry and sad but our spirits were lifted when we passed a sign on the highway that said, “Batcave next exit”. Bruce Wayne’s hideout was no longer a secret and yes this seems insensitive but what else could we do or say?
The adventure was pretty interesting and when we were in Tennessee we met a cute hippie chick that resembled Natalie Portman and she gave us her pillow. It was signed, “The Hippie Chick”. We made stops in places that one would not dare get off to have a movement for fear that Leatherface or some other oddity would come out and snatch you. The most vial of all bus stops was in Jacksonville. The food was fine and it had some old school arcade games that I used to play at Aladdin’s Castle in the Westshore Mall but the people were something odd and raunchy. We were sitting at the station and I glanced to the left and noticed a girl walking out of the bathroom. I had to do a double take on her and it wasn’t because she was good looking, it was because she walked out of the men’s bathroom. She stumbled around and appeared drunk. She wore a pink tank top and a very short hot pink skirt with black heels. I’m sure you know where this is going, or do you?
I nudged my cousin and told him to look and when we both turned to look at her again we noticed something fall on the floor. She chuckled and ran out of the station. We tried to see what it was but the janitor got to it first. We heard him gag and we stood up. The janitor was bent over gagging and shouted,
“It’s a condom!”
We laughed and watched as he tried to get it into the garbage can. At that time our bus had arrived and we had to get in line to board. As we walked up to the line we passed a lady who was passed out and laying down on the seats in the main waiting area. My cousin and I stood in line and we could hear her snoring. People were trying to wake her up and I thought they should leave her alone and let her rest but I noticed there was another reason they were trying to wake her. I focused my attention underneath the seats she was laying on and it appeared that she had an accident. Yes folks, there was a large puddle underneath her and when she finally woke she hobbled her wetness to the bathroom to clean up. We thought we had seen it all until we boarded to head to Orlando.
On our way to Orlando we met the Hamburger Guy. I have no idea what the hell his name was but my cousin Mike and I have a good reason for calling him this. Hamburger Guy (HG) was dressed in a stained muscle shirt, cargo shorts, and ratty flip flops. He sat in front of us, turned around and asked if we could smell him. We told him no and he replied with,
“Really? Wow! I only asked because I’m sweating like hell and my pits stink like hamburger.”
We busted up laughing to the point that our stomachs hurt and he said,
“Hey hey, watch this.”
He walked to the back where a girl sat and he asked her the same thing. She actually took a wiff and said she couldn’t smell hamburger but you could see on her face that she was going to blow stacks all over the bus. Finally HG went up front where an elderly man was asleep. He sat in back of him and put his arm up by the old man. HG began to fan his hamburger stench toward the face of the man and the man started twitching like he was having a bad dream. The guy must have smelled pretty bad for the old man to twitch but he never woke up. It was funny and we were cracking up. The adventure was an experience that I will never forget and although we had fun and met some interesting people, I will never ride a GREYHOUND bus again!Post Views: 171