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I do believe it says whisping as opposed to whispering....but thanks for your input as short as it was.

Hate it? Like it? Discuss it? The Wall As a small child growing up next to the ocean, I passed many wonderful days in its midst. I suppose my reverence for the ocean was seeded long before I was able to comprehend its awesome power and importance on life. My mother, fearful of the massive waves pounding the surf and crashing upon the rock wall, bravely introduced me to this phenomenon simply by bringing me into this world. She was a young mother, extremely protective of her new baby boy; but never the less, she hovered closely as I savored my first tastes, sounds and smells that only a closeness to the ocean can bring. I can not explain why she was fearful of this wonderful place; the salt breeze whisping upon my lips left such a pleasant taste, whilst the sea gulls called for morsels as they swooped closer and closer, and the roar of the waves, monstrous displays of power echoed in my ears, keeping a beat to a song no one else could hear. These wonderful, magnificent experiences were to remain with me, within me, forever a part of me. Visits to the ocean were always a treat. When I was able to walk on my own, I discovered the sea wall was perfect for climbing, hours of unlimited fun, imagination free to roam where it may. This massive structure, erected to hold back the ocean waves, or keep people from stumbling completely into them, was indescribably enormous to a small child such as I was. Standing upon it, I could run, dance, hop and skip up and down and back again. So high in the air I was, the breeze unimpeded dancing across my bare skin, turned copper by the warm sun. As I turned in any direction, I could see forever. The ocean itself, dare I say it, appeared small, non threatening. There was no fear, for I was happy and living in the moment as all small children do. It was during these outings to the ocean and my adventures upon the sea wall, when my family would gather below; they seemed upset, angry, hurt, and even fearful. They begged me to come down, but for some odd reason, they were too scared to come up and get me. This over reaction due to a few back flips and of course peering over the edge to the waves smashing below did not seem all that bad to a kid my age. It was rather exciting! However, like most obedient children, I would begrudgingly come down from the wall fully prepared for the worst, but instead was greeted with hugs and kisses and forced promises of “I must never do that again”. Many years went by without me climbing that wall or seeing the ocean. We had moved further away, however even in my new environment, I was able to catch glimpses of my favorite play place in picture books, photographs, or the retelling of stories during family gatherings. I was fixated on that wall according to some of my family, just can not seem to let it go. I must admit, the wall was such a constant in my early years, it did indeed seem to beckon to me on many occasions; however, I simply did not have the opportunity to go explore at the level I was accustomed to. In my pre teen and early teen years, there were several special events being held down by the sea, particularly near the wall that I played on as a child. I was so excited because I would get to see again and make real what was only fading memories to me at this time. Upon my arrival, I was able to see, touch and climb the wall again. At the top, I saw the ocean and smelled the air, only this time things were very different. As I looked around, I realized the wall was crumbling, it was in serious disarray. The wall no longer seemed as massive as I had imagined. The view of the ocean was the same but the water seemed cold, gray and uninviting. My skin crawled as the breeze touched me, and the salt in the air made my lips hurt instead of licking them with delight. The sad crying of the gulls was rather beseeching as well, and their paths of flight in front of the cloud covered sun no longer seemed impressive. Feeling deflated, I glanced down and there was my family, doing the same old song and dance, urging me to climb down this minute. Severely disappointed with what I saw, I came down and made everyone happy. As I cruised through my late teens, driver’s license and car at hand, I found myself thinking about that wall and the ocean many times. Life was good, I was free and nothing could stop me—ever. I do not know what appeal that wall held over me, but I did find myself driving to visit more than once. Being older and wiser, I would no longer climb on it, but I would find myself touching it, this was simply unavoidable in my life. There were a few times where my touch caused the wall to break away and rubble would strike me in the head or land upon my feet causing minor injury, but I never told my family where I was or what I did. I fondly recall one particular warm day, when the sun was bright and high in the sky, the skies so blue, and a gentle breeze blowing my direction carrying that sweet salty taste of the ocean’s finest. These sensations encouraged me to remember the good times I enjoyed upon that wall near the ocean. In what seemed hours of thought, lasting only mere seconds, I jumped in my car and was off to the shore. I was prepared for the crumbling wall, what I was not prepared for was how small it seemed. Years and years I had played upon and imagined this structure to be so massive, yet now it seemed infantile. Not to be daunted, I climbed atop the wall and made the best of it. I ran on it, I jumped upon it, and I laughed at its miserable condition. I could not fathom why such a structure would ever put fear in anyone’s mind, like it did for my family when I was a child. So there I was, for that day, a child in a man’s body playing silly games from long ago. As wonderful as the ocean was that day, so calm and inviting, I could not stay. I had already been away for too long and I thought for sure I could hear my father’s voice in the wind speaking to me as if I were still child, asking me to “please, please come down from the wall.” Feeling guilty, so much so, I even imagined my girlfriend holding my hand and gently tugging and whispering softly, “stop being silly, listen to your father and come down from the wall”. Alas, I relented and came down. As the years passed, living life consumed my time, so much so that I purposefully avoided the ocean and its rock container. There were many important things to do and I had no time for such silly indulgences. The wall and ocean with all its charm was nothing more than a distracter. During this time, I became a father and relished every second of it. I never had the need, nor did my children have the desire to be exposed to the ocean or its wall. My mother had no choice and did it bravely, but we, we were different. I wanted my children to appreciate the ocean and wall for what it is, but not become so attached as I did. I knew if I allowed them to climb the wall, my reactions would be no different than my parent’s reactions when I used to scurry up those rocks. It did not take long for me to realize no matter where you are, children will always find their own “walls”. I have to sit back and let them climb if they so choose, hoping they don’t, but knowing no matter what, they will always go look or touch the wall as I once did, as we all do. I am no longer troubled by that wall or concerned with the ocean, which will grab onto you should you tumble from the wall. To this very day, I still visit the wall more than I desire; however, I have not climbed it in a long time. I have touched it and had pieces fall upon me, but that is the risk of cavorting with such an old, crumbly wall. I know one day I will return to that wall for one final climb. I imagine it as an old, gray, broken structure, much like the shape I will be in when I take that final ascent. Despite outward appearances, inside we will both be solid as we ever were, testaments to our deeds on this earth. The wall having contained the ocean for years on end will welcome me to climb up and enjoy the mighty splendor one more time. I will run, shout, dance and play as I did when I was a child. I will feel that cool breeze, taste that salt air, listen to the songs sung by the sea gulls and bask in the sun. I will do all these things until the wall can stand no more and allows me to go for a swim in that beautiful, blue, warm water.

Why? It is in the appropriate forum which clearly states offensive or adult material located inside. It is simple, do not want to read it, do not click on it.

In addition to the above critical points made by others (see, I captured the OP and valid responses) I do it because in the past, people have denied saying certain things. When I went back to show them they did indeed say something, I have found either the entire post gone OR they have edited it and changed whatever we were discussing. We have since implemented some safeguards against that practice, however it is still nice to copy for any of the above reasons. The only time I detest someone doing it, is when they have nothing of value to add. They either thrown in 1-3 words or a simple smiley face at the end of this long discussion.

I checked IPs, not that dense mate, however they are different. Me thinks he may have moved in two years time or is signing in from a more celestial account.

Great find !! That thread was last commented on 2 years ago this November. I re read the entire thing. Ironically GAmedic is an atheist who had 20 odd years experience at that time. Iamyourgod who posts an identical thread 2 years later, is an atheist with 24 years experience. GAmedic died...I dont rememebr this story but would love to hear it. Iamyourgod lives amongst us...eerie and creepy. The old thread had FD references which were removed after we commented on how we are EMS. The new thread started out just like the old one, addressing firehouses, etc. The old thread, GA does not address any specific arguments or questions, only continues to pick and choose certain words or parts of people's responses in order to fuel his one sided debate. Ironically, iamyourmedic does the same damn thing. Towards the latter pages of the old thread, GAmedic quit responding at all. I suspect we may seem the same thing here as well. And just may, hopefully, iamyourgod will suffer a similar fate, die in a car crash and go away for at least two years.

And it was not you...?

Cool. Does this mean the random trollness has come to an end, final point being made and all? Glad we could sit here and be lectured by your worthiness. It was definitely a one sided (debate)? Or maybe the other party just did not have his ears on, one who talks but does not listen. While your three anectdotal threads have been amusing, I can not wait to see you contribute to some actual medical threads with your vast experience of 24 years. I am sure you may have some relevant wisdom to impart upon us. Just be sure to post links to studies if you are going to use them for your side of a debate (referencing the other thread and AMR study).

You have avoided my scenarios, my questions. Read up, specifically my post (the one you called me lame for) and address or dispute what I wrote. Until then...put up or shut up. You yourself stated you would not transport a simple laceration. Based on what you have written in this thread and other threads (the ETOH pt), can you defend YOUR actions in the court when they say the pt suffered harm or death as a result of your inaction (transporting)? Your arguments are becoming weaker as your inability to defend your statements with logic, fact or evidence is not present. Your trollness is revealing itself in full form as you pick and choose which posts to respond to and ignore others that you can not counter against.

Lame is not addressing any of the above questions or scenarios noted above, which suggests you have no intelligent response and are unable to continue in this debate. Humor me, and address "my best", as I may not be on your superior intelligence level, so occassionally you must stoop down and address the lowly commoners to help elevate us to a better understanding of this world. Deny any of what I have written and show me where I am wrong. Please, educate me.

You are already making justifications for your behavior, why can we not do the same based on our own personal expertise and knowledge? Are we not concerned about tetany, or them becoming infected and/or progresseing into cellulitis? These are just two immediate examples that popped in my head that could occur from this "simple laceration". However, you seem quite comfortable/competent with your skills and knowledge to determine they do not need a ride to the ER. I dunno, but hypocrisy comes to mind... I agree, do you think this statement from another thread is relevant to this one? See inserted change of words above. Apparently, none of us do.

Do I lose points if I post how I spent my morning?

While this case may indeed be frivolous, we do not know all the details and can not be sure. I do agree, we sue way too much over bullshit, but this could quite possibly be a legitimate claim. The reason I say that is because it is actually a motion being filed three years after the fact which means she may have had surgery, pins, rehab, any and all of the above. Technically, unless a settlement is made quickly and out of court, one can not start the actual lawsuit process through the courts UNTIL you have completed ALL treatments for that injury and recovered 100% or until such time it is determined you have reached maximum recovery. It is at that time all bills are calculated and a settlement is proposed to cover those bills, lost wages, future loss of function or employment, etc, etc. Dustdevil can account to this process I am sure.

So when we do not like what we see or hear, because it is NOT what we wish to see or hear, we resort to belittling or ad homen attacks. If all you got is an ad homen attack, I consider myself victor in this debate. Interesting enough however, is that despite everyone putting the onus on me to prove why we should NOT have the "high powered"(for Dust) assault rifles, not one of you have stated reasons why we should. Other than blowing out some doors for fun and because the current Supreme Court (totally uninfluenced by any politicians or lobby groups) determined it ok, why do we NEED these weapons? Legitimate question here and remember, I am NOT against gun ownership, I have them in my home, always have, always will, but WHY do we need these assault rifles?

Ahh, but I did state my opinions earlier. At the point the smiley faces were made, they were directed at Dwayne and basically reinforced a private conversation we had just held via telephone. No, I do not expect you to know that, but the message was not for you despite being in a public place. But as I said, I made my opinions clear early on, you evidently only focused on the end. Reading comprehension is so very important, I only wish more practiced it. Anyways, this entire argument is moot...which I also conceded to earlier as well. This topic is near and dear to many Americans and enough studies, facts, support, etc can, and has been generated for both pro and con. The same goes for abortion, gay rights, religious rights,etc. There is always enough "ammo" for both sides to the point where no one really wins but we all lose. Due to the "mootness" of this issue, I decided to CFU (Cowboy the Fuck Up) and share my views right or wrong for all to see and wait for the beatings to come, and they did. I have no qualms about that and rather enjoy being one who possesses different thought processes from the masses, again factually or emotionally based. I like to think it has always been "us" that get things to change from the norms which are usually held in place for many years by the masses. Regardless, since this is such a dead issue, it is not one where I am passionate enough to sit here and link you to study after study supporting my view (even though they do exist), mainly because this issue is not the most pressing one in my life. By me "yelling louder" on this board accomplishes nothing at the moment. This same tactic is employed by many large groups that are against some of the issues I support and I am able to sit and challenge them all day long with facts when all they can produce are largely emotional arguments. Yes, I have been on both sides of the fence; the difference is I realize it and am willing to state my views with a side order of hypocrisy. And this last statement of yours, definitely quote of the year. I agree 100% as it can be stated unequivocally in relation to Christianity as well; bravo my fellow EMT City'er.

http://www.courant.com/news/local/hc-whdbu...0,7347058.story Click link above for full story...AK Medics' Union Files Complaint Over Concealed Camera By JOSH KOVNER | The Hartford Courant November 3, 2008 WEST HARTFORD — - Contract talks between an ambulance company and its medics were jolted last week when union negotiators said they found a small surveillance camera hidden in a smoke detector in a conference room at American Medical Response's regional office in West Hartford. The discovery of the camera, which was plugged into an outlet that was concealed by ceiling tiles, led the union — the National Emergency Medical Services Association — to file a federal unfair-labor-practice complaint. West Hartford police are also investigating. A union news release described the incident as "a new low" for AMR, a national company that provides ambulance service in Greater Hartford, the New Haven area, and other Connecticut locations. The union represents 250 emergency medical technicians and paramedics, and 50 transportation workers in AMR's Greater Hartford office. AMR denies it was listening to or recording conversations in the room, which union negotiators were using to talk with their lawyer and plan strategy.

Some comments are great for stirring the pot.

So you routinely shoot through doors and walls with different types of weaponry to test this? Hmmm, and these are the people we keep allowing to own these. You big meanie door!

Yes, I am willing to admit that and I am ok with that. When the right to arm yourself was created, high powered assault weapons were not part of the equation, nor could they ever have imagined the type of weaponary we posess nowadays. No matter what studies are quoted, laws explained, positions defended, I will NOT change my views on high powered assault weapons. I am NOT against gun ownership, only certain types. As illogical as it may seem, it is my right to think so vastly different from the majority. Lucky for you supporters, the NRA has lots of money and lots of friends in high places, so people like me are just pissing in the wind for the most part, but alas...I will continue to piss.

Do not know about the shotgun, maybe yes, maybe no. The pellets may have been dispersed depending on how close he was to the door, type of door, etc. Might not have inflicted fatal wounds either. I just have personal issues with high powered assault weapons, my views will not change and had this weapon not been readily legal in some places and available for this guy to purchase, we would possibly not be reading an obituary about this boy on what is supposed to be a fun, safe night of enjoyment in the greatest country in the world (according to some).

Not talking just about felons only mate.... I believe you and several others have always said, if what we have been doing for years is not working then it is time to up the game, so to speak. No need to continue "as is" simply because it is what we always have done.

Kudos to you for recognizing and trying to rectify a perceived personality problem. I snipped this quote from you because it is the only part I can relate to...well, everything except for being the "woman". I am very blunt, I speak my mind and I do not mince words on calls. I do the same around the station and with my coworkers. It took me many years to realize it eliminates a lot of confusuion, leaves nothing to interpretation, and facilitates patient care. I can and do come off as argumentative and sometimes a know it all. I do not care. I will do what I can for my patients with whatever knowledge I have. What others think of me is their opinion and right. I have even been called an asshole many times. I have been told I just give off that impression initially; some think I give it off all the time. Again, for the ones who take the time to get to know me, they soon realize I am who I am, and when I say something it is usually not to be mean spirited. They also VALUE what I say as they know it is my honest opinion, no fluff..guarenteed. I just give instructions or thoughts out loud and most times I do it with a high degree of confidence which some confuse with cockiness or authoritativeness. I view it as me speaking slowly, clearly and leaving no room for error or time wasted asking me to repeat. This is not about me, I just wanted to share what I have experienced as I relate very closely to what you are saying and can definitely say, Been There, Done That...still doing it. Basically, I do not think your assertiveness is a bad thing nor should it be corrected. Others will learn who you are and this SKILL may serve you very well in the future, as you will develop credibility and respect; just do not spew off at every single little thing. Stay true to who you are, because if you are constantly worrying about your demeanor and how others perceive you, it will wear you down and compromise the very inner workings that developed and made you who you are. I am at the end of a very long shift, I am tired and realized I am rambling. I hope some of this made sense and the point I was trying to make reared its head. Maybe a reread and adjustment after I sleep may clarify.

Yes you are right. High powered assault weapons are needed in every home; I mean who is going to protect us from the 12 year olds if we do not do it ourself?? FYI, I am not against gun ownership as I was raised around guns my entire life and have a healthy respect for them. Unfortunately, not everyone received the foundation of gun ownership that I did. Therefore, some weapons, such as these need to be banned (yes I said it) or very, heavily regulated. Had this ex-con only had a handgun, do you think this scenario would have varied any? Do you think he would have been able to get off 29 shots through a closed door with much accuracy? Do you think if he had to pull the trigger each time, he would have had time to think, possibly pause or even stop instead of spewing multiple rounds in a matter of seconds without much thought needed? Just asking...

Welcome to the site Bill. We hope you hang around and contribute more to the forums and simply did not come here to promote your product, even if it was low key. Interesting, one of the inventors of the product is named Bill. If you will notice, I have removed the brand name from your postings. The link which displays your product has information in the viewer comments if anyone wishes to check it out. If you wish to advertise on this site, we will gladly welcome you, provided it is done through the proper channels. Again, we hope you are around in a week or two and continue to contribute to our wonderful site.

I now have an Australian address that all those down under (Kiwis included) can utilize if they wish to participate in this. Thanks again!