Unto the least of these. . .
I read a verse this morning that made me think of a call last summer, and I've chosen to share the story with you all. *Addresses and names are fictitious in accordance with HIPAA regulations* Dweedle-dweedle, beep beep beep!!! my pager chirped. "Berks Township, 2336 South Market Street, fo r chest pain." The dispatcher stated, adding that my unit was due to respond to the call. I shoved the mop bucket to the side of the hallway and tossed the cleaning supplies into the closet on the way to the truck bay. Half the bathroom was cleaned, but the other half would have to wait until we returned. Flipping on the lights and siren, I easily merged onto the busy highway. "58 year old male, sudden onset of chest pain, trouble breathing, extensive cardiac history. Oh, and he did take one nitro with no relief." The d ispatcher added. That information added urgency, (and a bit more speed). Several minutes later, I was kneeling on the floor beside the sofa where our pat