I just left my parents house from our Christmas dinner, and stopped at the grocery store. As I was walking the isles aimlessly, looking for the few food items I needed, a gentleman walked up to me and said, "you don't remember me, do you?"
I stared at his face, and didn't recognize him. He said "I want to thank you". The man explained that he called 911 a few weeks ago, and I was out his house. As he talked, I remembered that he had been at his FMD, and diagnosed with pneumonia the day before. He called us with fever and profound dyspnea. The man stated that he had a long hospitalization, and after 5 weeks was recently allowed to go back to work. He was diagnosed with blood clots.
The man continued to thank me (my partner and our fleet person who happened to be in the area) for our help.
I am occasionally thanked after a call, but it has been a while since I was remembered like this. It felt nice.
This (and a few other events recently) allowed me to reaffirm my feelings on a career choice.
One night last tour, my partner and I got called for a specialty transport. Our hospital does not deliver babies at it's main location, and a (high risk) pregnant woman arrived in the EMD. We we called to take her to the Women's Hospital. We arrived, and the patient was in labor. We watched a baby being delivered. In the next room, an 8 year old boy was injured by a bull, and would be lucky to survive surgery. Nurse walks up and states how ironic it is, and just before Christmas.
Turns out the mother and baby are related to a coworker, and all are doing well. I have not heard how the child is doing.