28 August 2004

The Story Of Mike and Scott - Part II

28 August 2004

"The Story of Mike and Scott - Part II"

(Before reading this..you must read entry "The Story of Mike and Scott" off of http://journals.aol.com/sekirley/LifeSaver (Stories from my Ambulance) to be able to keep up with what is going on)

 

There they were. Two small children lying on a stretch of highway with their eyes closed in a fetal position as if they had grabbed a carpet square and went to sleep after watching "the Wiggles" for the fourth time before lunch.  Motionless...and barely breathing.  Looking at the distance from where I stood to where the pick-up truck stopped at, I am guessing that a double ejection took place.

This was it...this was the real deal. No mock disaster, no "do-over" if we forget something, and most of all, no time to error.

"Hey Scott...what's the damage?" I yelled across the road barely audible with the shifting of the winds and rain filtering my sound.

"This one is DOA, what do you have?" Scott replied cuffing his mouth as to create a megaphone effect.

"I have two critical here plus the driver of the truck. I need you to call for an MCI and tell them to get on their high horses...this storm is gonna give us a run for our money."

An MCI is a Mass Casulty Incident.  Basically there is more patients than resources so you need to call in the calvary.  Seeing we had one dead, we had a crime scene too although in 20 minutes, the storm was gonna take care of that for us.

Hearing through the shoulder mike on my radio, I can hear Scott call in for extra help.

"Kahuku 1 to dispatch..declaring mass casulty incident at our location. Request...."

The radio went silent.

Ever get that feeling in the pit of your stomach where it warms you from the inside out and you can just feel the tension in your body triple. The nausea and the lack of focus overwhelms you into a state of subconsciousness where you feel like you are standing besides yourself...still helpless?

Color me that color.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Scott banging on the radio as if were an old TV that needed some "adjustment with a fist" to get the picture back. Then he shot a glare over to me that only meant one thing....

It's John Wayne time...we are on our own.

"Storm knocked the repeaters out. They MAY come back if we get a break in the clouds.  Back up is coming..should be here in about 3 minutes depending on road conditions."  Scott explained to me.

Three minutes....

180 Seconds. For anyone that has ever called the ambulance or currently works in the medical field, you know that three minutes will feel like three weeks.  You keep looking around to see when help is coming and when the horizion is clear, you start to panic. You get nervous and frustrated all at the same time. Your sense of time actuality becomes distorted and you feel impending doom....until help arrives....three actual minutes later.

The weather was getting worse, the rain was falling harder, the winds shifted to about 40 MPH (63.48 KM/Hr for all you Canadian readers, eh). We needed to formulate a game plan....we had 10 seconds to do so.

Scott and I decided that it would be best to take care of the children first as their injuries were more life threatening.  The driver of the truck was watched over by the first police officer to show on scene.  There were three of them and two of us...I hate it when I am down in the odds.

I sent Scott to get the squad and bring it as close as he could to our patients seeing that the less we had to travel for equipment, the better.

As Scott, manuevered the squad effortlessly to our patients, The fire department rolled in to lend a hand...and two turnout coats.  Too late, we were soaked.  We put on the coats nevertheless to identify us as rescuers in what turned out to be a chaotic scene with many tourist and other motorist rubbernecking to see what had actually occured.  Did they stop to help??

Pfft....yeah right.

Starting our assessments, I took the two year old boy.  Scott took the three year old.  Dad, who was still in the truck, was being extricated by Fire.  The back up unit had arrived and with the chaos and the lack of radio traffic capabilities, never heard them coming.  Scott stopped them in mid trek and instructed them to assess the other patient in the car.

Placing our rented jump bag in the middle of the road, Scott and I took turns reaching in and grabbing equipment to prepare to stabilize our patients.

Holding cervical spine control, a firefighter had applied a collar so as not to move the spine.  He took over holding the head..I assessed the patient......Oh No!!!!

My patient suffered from a skull fracture, a broken femur, and had blood coming from the mouth.  His pupils were unequal and his pulse was getting faint. 

I needed that helicopter...I wasn't going to get it.

"Scott, what do you have?" I yelled over the diesel engines and the fury of Mother Nature.

"Bi-lateral tib/fib fracture, flail segment, inward rotation of the right leg. And you?" Scott replied.

"Massive head injury, femur fracture, probably a collasped lung too. We don't go soon, we are gonna be in a world of hurt out here." I said

He agreed...it was time to make like a tree and leave.

Loading the patients into the squad, Scott recruited two firemen from the scene to "drive and dive". One drives the truck to the hospital, the other dives in the back to assist us.  Scott also touched base really quick with the other crew who was packaging thier patient up.

Poor soul.

Hearing the high idle of the truck shift down, I felt the squad begin to move.  It was a race against time now.  Scott and I estimated we had about 30 minutes before the patients became unrecoverable....drive time was 45 Minutes...you see the problem???

"Hey man, drive it like you stole it." I yelled up front to the lone firefighter who was driving us to the hospital.

Looking aimlessly on the shelves for equipment, Scott asked what I needed.

"An IO needle would be nice." I caged out in my frustration.

"Here" Scott handed me the needle with that "do you need a hug?" voice.

I took it in disgust..I was staring right at it.

Opening the needle, I measured it and began insertion.

Man, this was NOTHING like what I learned in class.

Nevertheless, I got the fluid to flow without infiltration.  Preparing to marvel in my success, I looked to find the other firefigther assisting Scott with stabilizing the chest of the young patient they had.

Sigh...a silent victory.

Feeling the wind push the squad from side to side, I knew that the worse was just about here.  I prayed harder than I ever did before.

"Hail Mary, full of grace...." I kept repeating in my head... God, I hoped it worked.

Taking off the coat that now weighted more than I did because of the rain, I re-assessed the vitals of my patient..everything was good...then I heard what was just the icing on my cake.

"Damn it, he's coding" Scott said with a disguntled voice.

I turned around to see a very confused fireman and Scott, hooking up peds adapters on the paddles to shock the patient which had gone into a ventricular fibrilation rhythm.

"Hey, watch this kid!!"  Pointing to the patient, I instructed the firefigther.

Switching places with him. I grabbed the intubation equipment and threaded a 4.0 ET tube to place in the patient. Scott placedthe paddles.

"Clear!!!" he yelled looking around making sure no one or nothing was touching.

Shock.

No change.

"Charging 50 joules" He said.

"Clear!!!

Shock.

Long pause.....

Sinus tach.

Works for me!!!

I quickly intubated the child while Scott gave the patient some Amiodarone to make sure he didn't do that again.

I wiped the sweat from my face..I almost had to change my pants.

The call went on and we stabilized the patients as best we could. They got no better, but they certainly didn't get any worse.

The fireman driving us was a NASCAR driver in a previous life because the 45 minute ride took 27 minutes...in the storm.

I guess the brakes were overrated.

Transferring care, Scott and I looked like a couple of drowned rats leaving puddles of water wherever we went.  A nurse grabbed us and handed us a couple pairs of scrubs to borrow until we got back to the station.  I started the reports, Scott went for coffee.

I sure hope he put some Jameson in it.

The next morning, I awoke still feeling saturated from all the water I took in.  Opening the blinds and partaking in the beautiful Hawaii morning, a knock on the door, distracted me from my enjoyment of the Pacific island view.

Scott showed up early to take me to breakfast while tossing me the local newspaper.

"Paramedics clutch three from Estelle: One dead, Three injured in storm caused crash."

Ahh..15 minutes of fame....if that fireman is driving our publicity bus, we will only get 12 and 1/2.

Theday was spent touring the convention center and testing product that were new innovations to the EMS field.  We sat for a couple lectures, then played hookey escaping early.

What did you expect?? I am Hawaii...and I am gonna live it up while I can.

Besides....

Scott and I have another rotation in two hours.

I am a glutten for punishment.

Rounding third and heading home,

M-

24 August 2004

The Hard Right Turn

23 August 2004

"The Hard Right Turn"

Alcohol.

The nectar of the gods.

For some, it is a party time necessity. A way of celebrating ones trials and tribulations with those whom you seem close with.  Temporarily altering the mind and the senses, it creates a euphoria and promotes selective forgetfulness as it whisk ones self away from the harsh reality of the real world.

Whether it is gin and juice or a tall draught, alcohol is like a fingerprint to each individual. Each has its own liking, yet each is unique to that person for some reason or another.

Alcohol...here is to your health.

Driving.

One of America's most prolific privledges that has become main stay and has created a freedom throughout the world that not only moves one from place to place, but shuttles the soul to an alternate reality where one can go to in order to escape the ruins of the day.

Whether it is a compact or an SUV, our cars, like our names, become yet, another part of who we are.  Changing the radio out, replacing the engine for something faster, "pimping the ride" in order to attract attention, driving gives us many freedoms and has greatly become the gateway of our future.

Common Sense.

Some have it, some don't.  What seems like such a mundane attribute to acquire ends up becoming one of the most diificult personality traits that one can master in his or her lifetime.

If it is hot, you don't touch it. If it is wet, you dry it off (unless it is a slip-n-slide), If you are hungry, you eat (this journal is non-Atkins friendly).

Simple little lessons as such are those in life that make us who we are and what we do and how we do them.

Alcohol, driving, common sense....

Mixing the three together is like going up to Donald Trump and saying "This job sucks...I quit."

It just doesn't happen.

Grab a Coke..it is story time.

0230 Hours

Ahh, kicking back on the beach, the blue waves rolling in, the only sound heard is the breeze as it rustles the palm trees just above and behind me.  Sipping a Mai-tai, I feel the cool, white sand beneath my feet as the warmth of the sun, inhances my fortune and lightening my mood.  

In the backround, I can hear laughter as the bar is filled with locals and tourist all combined.  A restaurant television plays a sporting event while intent gentlemen grasp their favorite brew and watch in content. 

The bar's phone rings with a quick answer..

Listening, I can hear the bartender's voice as he is quick to pick the receiver up.

"uh huh...uh huh..okay..we will be en route."

En Route??? At a bar?  Do they deliver? Man, I HAVE to move here...

Then the world shakes tossing me from side to side.  The sky goes dark, the waves become faint, the voices are replaced with sheer silence.

"Get up..we have a call"

Damn It!!!!

Kokomo will have to wait. Someone put my Corona in the fridge.

Out of the dorm rooms and into the bays, I climbed into the squad, checking the MDT to see what the call was. Looking to my left, I saw 94 getting into their truck too.  No need to look further, I know what this is...sigh.

Where I work, we always send two truck to an MVA (motor Vehicle Accident).  I have explained this before but the cliffnotes version is this. One goes fast, one doesn't. Depending on the severity of the call, we will cancel or upgrade the other squad.

Pulling out into the dark, desolate night, I quickly regained full consciousness as to where I was, who I am, and what I was doing.  The rain slickened roads reflected the strobes and halogens from the squad and created a barrier of light just in front of the ambulance.  The cool air from the day's rain storms, provided a light fog as the temperature from the ground was still warmer than the ambiant air.  It was night, it was quiet, it was not a good combination.

Approaching the address we were given, a random flash of red and blue lights caught our attention. Slowing down to approach our scene, a crunch can be heard from below the truck..then another..and another...

Soon, the sounds were all too imminent and it was more rare to get a patch of quietness than it was to hear the noise beneath us.

The noise was debris...it laid in the road for about 500 feet...there was so much of it, you couldn't avoid it.

While looking for a place to park, our eyes were caught by a telephone pole that was sheered straight in half and laid next to its post leaning vigorously to one side, still upright, but only being heald by the cables that connects it to the other poles.  On the top, sparks remained active cutting out the power that once supplied the area.

A few feet up, laid the car. It has seemed that the once almighty king of the road has challenged a small boulder as to the title "King of the Road".

The rock won.

Extensive damage plauged the car while traces of fluids ran from under the car to the middle of the road.

Arriving the same time as the fire department, I exited the squad, put on my rain gear, and started for the site.  While walking over, the fire department had arrived and lit the scene up like a diamond in a baseball field for a night game..instant daylight.  Then I saw it..something I was hoping not to see...EVER....sitting in the lawn of a resident near by.

There laid a car seat...upside down.

Taking a moment to register the event, I slowly made my way over to the object.  My stomach began to turn, a metallic taste in my mouth replaced the bubble gum I chewed towake up.  I can feel the sweat pouring on my brow and the dizziness and light headedness start to pour in.  God, I wanted to throw up...but that is not an option.

Now it stood in front of me, the car seat, motionless and silent. I had to do it, I have to look..for this is my job. I turned the car seat over...this is what I saw.

Nothing.

The seat was empty.

And so was the car, for that matter.

A great burden lifted over me and I felt my blood beginning to rush back to my body. The thoughts that had occurred in my mind became replaced with confusion, relief, and most of all, anger.

A bystandard that heard what happened, stated that she saw some people get out of the car and take off after the accident.

Well, NOW what do we do?

From the extent of damage to the car, I am positive that someone was very hurt..or dead. 

Now, our frustrations turned to panic. Where were the occupants, how many are there, is everyone alright or are we to find bodies lying in the woods somewhere.

Ken and I surveyed the scene. Ken found a blood trail. I looked in the woods.

Both took around 30 minutes to look..both of us came up short.

And just when you area about to lose hope, it happens. Someone is found..someone is still alive...someone made it 18 blocks to a friends house. 

Well, at least their legs aren't broken.

Getting into the squad, my emotion was replaced with sheer rage and anger, How can someone do this and just "walk away". What if there was a child IN that car? Would they have just left it for the fear of not getting arrested. 

I was on fire...I needed to settle down....I was on scene where the patient was.

A trooper, who is also a buddy of mine, was on scene with the patient who was sitting in a chair complaining of chest pain.

Well YEAH!!!!! you just wrecked your car and did an olympic marathon to this house..how did you think it was GONNA feel?

Interviewing the patient in the most rationale, professional behavior I could muster (and I had to go DEEP in the reserves for that), I found that there were 2 other adults whom also had fled.  My biggest question to her, was not "where do you hurt?" or "are you having troble breathing?" but yet a more "I need to know" kind of question.

"Was there a child in the car with you?"

Shaking her head, I felt a weight lifted once again.  I believe she was telling the truth...but that was not for me to decide.

We immoblized her and put her in the truck.  I applied the monitor and established an IV while checking to see if everything was in place on her.

She was lucky. Nothing was broke.

Two hours later, she was discharged...with nothing more than a scratch.

Apparenty, her and her buddies were drinking, decided to go else where, got in a fight, drove fast with the anger and when the road decided to turn right, the car chose to go straight.  Only the really stupid have this much luck.

Ironic, isn't it.

That having common sense isn't so common anymore.  It seems that the stupidity monster has come out and has bitten a good majority of society.

For those of you who really don't comprehend what a disaster this has become...read this.

Do you know what happens in the first fatal second after a car going 55 MPH hits a solid object?

  • In the first 10th of a second, the front bumper and grille collapse.
  • The second 10th finds the hood crumbling, rising and striking the windshield as the spinning rear wheels lift from the ground. Simultaneously, fenders begin wrapping themselves around the solid object. Although the car’s frame has been halted, the rest of the car is still going 55 MPH. Instinct causes the driver to stiffen his legs against the crash, and they snap at the knee joint.
  • During the third 10th of the second, the steering wheel starts to disintegrate and the steering column aims for the driver’s chest.
  • The fourth 10th of the second finds two feet of the car’s front end wrecked, while the rear end still moves at 35 mph. The driver’s body is still traveling at 55 mph.
  • In the fifth 10th of a second, the driver is impaled on the steering column, and blood rushes into his lungs.
  • The sixth 10th of a second, the impact has built up to the point that the driver’s feet are ripped out of the tightly laced shoes. The brake pedal breaks off. The car frame buckles in the middle. The driver’s head smashes into the windshield as the rear wheels, still spinning, fall back to earth.
  • In the seventh 10th of the second, hinges rip loose, doors fly open and the seats break free, striking the driver from behind. The seat striking the driver does not bother him because he is already dead.
  • The last three 10ths of the second mean nothing to the driver

Enough said.....

Rounding third and heading home,

M-

18 August 2004

A Meager Milestone

18 August 2004

"A Meager Milestone"

Well sports fans, because of you, the reader, today I have hit the 5,000 hits mark as far as people coming to my site.

What started out as a plain old hobby and venting place, has launched into a comfort and entertainment level for you all to come and visit.

While not only sharing with you a piece of my day..I extend to you a piece of my life, for you, the reader, have become more than just that...you have become an extended family.

And for all this, I thank you.

Rounding third and heading home,

M-

16 August 2004

The New Fall Line Up

16 August 2004

"The New Fall Line Up"

September is coming and what promises to be a great season on TV with the return of your favorite shows and the premier of new sit-coms and dramas to entertain both the mind and the soul will soon be aired for your enjoyment.

Cliffhangers that were left during sweeps week will be resolved as viewers waited months for the outcome of the shows that they love to watch.

New faces, in new places also will be something that will be kept in check and will be critically accepted or unfortunately rejected into "it was a good idea at the time."

As promised, a new season of "Life as a Paramedic" is upon us with even more detail and drama while trying to keep an open mind and entertain you as the days get shorter and the air gets colder.

In May-June, a whole bunch of things went on that affected the program here.

First, we saw an EMT become a paramedic as I finally finished class and became licensed to function in the highest level of EMS.  It was an accomplishment that I have strived for for some time and the long road is now over.  (entry "The Big Envelope").

Next, we saw the addition to Squad 91. A new ambulance that had been delivered replacing the aging 92 which had gone beyond its prime and had accumulated many, many miles.  A new warrior in the EMS field of battle.  (entry "The Maiden Voyage")

Finally, we saw the departure of Kelly. My girlfriend at the time, Kelly decided to move closer to her family and accept better oppurtunities for her and her daughter Marissa.  Kelly helped me get through school and I will always be grateful for that.  I hope that her life and her pat that she takes is well recieved and I pray for nothing but the best for her and her daugther that they find the happiness she is looking for.  Good luck Kel, you will be missed.

But now...the new line up and the new changes.

First, we have a new supervisior.

Presenting Mike.  Mike has been a paramedic and with the company for about 7 years now and has become the work horse and the voice of the crews in the station.  He will be our liasion between us and management and I think with his vast knowledge as to how things are run and seeing in the eyes of the crew, he will be a valuable asset to our station.

Next is Todd and CJ.

Todd has been a PRN medic with us for roughly a year now and is rumored to move to one of the shifts with an open slot on a full time basis.  Todd is Kim's (my partner) boyfriend and is an all around nice guy with a firm head on his shoulders showing little to no signs that he is still a rookie.  I have worked with him on several occasions and have been impressed by his patient care and knowledge of EMS. I think he will fit right in.

CJ is one of our wheelchair drivers that recently got her paramedic certification after trying so hard to do so.  She has been around for sometime and knows the ways of the road.  Still green, I think she will develop into a great paramedic if given the chance to grow.

Finally and definately not least...

Introducing Beverly.

Beverly is my new love interest and girlfriend in who I mentioned about breifly and accompanied me to Niagara Falls for those of you who saw the pictures that were sent.  Beverly is an RN at a local nursing and rehabilitation facility and is the nursing supervisor for the floor that she works on.  I had actually met her 2 years prior and have kept an open line of communication with her.  Due to different ventures in our lives, we had never really hooked up and blamed it on timing being off.  Well, persistance paid off and now I am involved with one of the sweetest, most caring, intelligent and very attractive women that one can be with.  Beverly's sense of humor is in match with mine and her sense of adventure creates an open door as to where we want to go with this relationship.  The happiness only grows more and feelings produced by her elate me every morning when I wake up.

You will be hearing a lot more about her within the journals and for those of you who have gotten to know me on the off set venue, know a little about her already.

Prepare for more intrigue, more cliff hangers, more details and most of all...more stories...all coming soon.

To start the season off, I am going to do something different. 

Scott (AOL 's 2004's best themed journal for his creation of "Stories from my Ambulance") and I are going to do a two part entry.  Scott will lead into it and it will continue here on my blog,  We want to start the season off with a bang and get more readers involved into what we do.

So...get your popcorn out, throw some more soda in the fridge, tell the kids to go to bed....now.  A new season is coming...and it is coming soon....

Are you prepared???

Rounding Third and heading home,

M-

 

 

12 August 2004

What are the Odds?

11 August 2004

"What are the Odds?"

Getting struck by lightning, winning the lottery, finding the actual needle in the haystack, EMS making boatloads of cash.

All common events that have a slim to none chance of actually happening in your or my lifetime. These events defy the laws of physics and sheer oppurtunity only leaving with it a remininse of hope and possibility (except getting struck by lightning...no one wants that).

However, there are those fluxes in the heavens that allow a loophole as to phenomenon in the present day universe causing people to become struck by lightning, not once, but multiple times...and live. There are instant millionaires who gain thier wealth on a 2 dollar bet. And there are those who retire comfortably with only having one EMS job. (The last is a fairy tale, if you retire from EMS comfortablly, it is because you are 98 years old and you fall over dead on the cot while pulling it out of the squad).

With this in mind, let's return to our superheros...

Sunday..1330 hours

"93 I need you to respond to a female that fell at the park. She will be located near the concession stand."

So much for home improvement day.

Picking up this shift, I worked with Ken today and seeing it was Sunday, we thought, with call volume lower by adding another truck in rotation, we would do some station imporvement to our back patio area by adding some light fixtures so we can sit out at night.

Ken has turned our rather tiny walkway between buildings into a rather nice garden with a pond, waterfall, flowers and shrubs, and picnic area with grill.  Sitting back in it makes you forget you are at an EMS station. There is also this really nice.....

Wait, wait, wait.....

Sorry...get side tracked sometimes.

Anyways.....

Walking out of The Home Depot, we lit up our "Doc in a Box" and went up the street about a mile to the park where the call was.  Pulling into the park, the radio adds information...

"93, there will be someone waving you in to your patient when you get there."

This is good seeing the park is about 20 acres in size and with the cool, fall like weather we have been having, packed to every square inch of it too.

Rounding the corners of the steep hill leading into the park, as promised, a gentleman stood at the bottom with arms flailing in the air screaming "Over here!!!"

Yeah boss, I know....I see you.

"Hey guys, he is up the path here with a pretty bad ankle."

Okay, let's review a couple of things here.

First, HE is not a "she" as we got orginally dispatched for.

Second, HE is no where NEAR the concession stand.

And finally, no one told us we were going hiking. (Be quiet Scott, I know you have to go hunting a lot in the land of pineapples and paradise).

I grabbed the jump kit and slung in over my shoulder in a fashion as for it to be on my back instead of the shoulder. Ken decided to go off road with the squad, went as far as he could, then grabbed the splints and joined the hike.

The hike consisted of an uphill climb over some very treacherous rocks and some very unstable ground.  In the distance, you can hear the fire trucks slowly approach from above blended with the sounds of the falls the park holds ambiating in the air above where we were.  Also heard was the siren from the supervisor vehicle coming to assist in case we needed it seeing it was a 4x4 with off road capabilities.  Nice to have in situations like this although it would not have been able to get to where we were.

After journeying for a half mile and sweating out half my fluid intake, We found n early teen age boy laying supine on the ground being coached by a female hiker as if his life were about to end.

The kid had a broken ankle....that was it.

Drama queen.

Surveying the scene, one of the teens friends pointed as to where he fell from. Looking up, I thought "Oh, that is not too bad" until his buddy pointed to me and goes "not there...THERE."

Okay, now THIS concerned me.

I estimated the fall in excess of 20 feet onto a hard limestone surface.  Interviewing the child, I found his ankle rolled and he just tumbled down protecting himself as to not hurt anymore. 

Reevaluating, this kid beat the odds..I was for sure that a slip with an inch more in any other direction of impact would have given him a yellow taxi ride with the God Squad "what I call Metro Lifeflight out here."

Fire shows up..we package the patient.

Then I hear the radio...

This is where it gets odd.

"91 I show you en route to Cascade park for a female that fell, sitting by the concession stands. 80 (the supervisor) is en route to there from 93's call."

Female fell...by the concession stands???

Review...this is what the original call was for

Hmmmm....

Apparently, the female that fell FIRST called the squad for HER ankle.  While responding for this call, the BOY that fell's call came in through 911. In some loop hole in the system of time, we inadvertantly got flagged by the wrong person...for the wrong call...at the right time.

She, too, twisted her ankle..nothing serious...thank god.

The boy I took in was treated and released too..I think he hurt his pride more than anything.

What are the odds here? Two calls for two falls at the same park at the same time on different parts of the park all divided by "someone waving you down".  If I were a bettingman (which I am not), I don't think that I could predict as to when it could happen again...if at all.

Moral of the story is this....

Well....I don't have a moral...too early in the AM to figure one out.

The fall season is coming up, and likeTV, there will be new faces in the "Life as a Paramedic" saga.

A new supervisor has been added to the station. New paramedics have been added to the company here,

And introducing Beverly....more on her later.

Rounding third and heading home,

M_

04 August 2004

Two Steps From Heaven

04 August 2004

"Two Steps from Heaven"

Niagara Falls, Ontario

Every year, more than 14 million people will travel to this spot to witness one of the most incredible features of raw nature that God had bestowed on us all.  All parts of the world are represented in this location. Chinese, French, South American, Indian all make their vacations right here...only four hours from where I live.

The falls itself pump out a massive 34 million gallons of water....every minute. The sheer power alone is enough to supply hydro-electric power...for 200 square miles.

Of course, the physics alone are mind blowing, but it is what the falls does to ones soul that makes it what it really is.

Thursday,  11:30 PM

Walking out of the hotels main doors, the streets were still lined with people from wall to wall. A city that seems to only get busier as the night increases on, I walked to my left and followed the distinct sound that cannot be matched by anything else on the Earth.  Cars were lining the streets with music playing and horns blowing, families walked and took in the sites of all the merchant shops along Clifton Hills Blvd. talking in their native tounges. Music came from the Hard Rock Cafe which was right next door to where we were. A mixture of oldies and top 40 ambiated down Falls Ave.  With literally tens of thousands of people on the streets, only one thing called to us, casting a spell into our subconscious..the sounds of the falls of Niagara.

Crossing the street, the entrance to the park remained open for all tourist to come and mask in the marvel that God had given. Another 500 feet, and a railing was all that was separating us...and the doors of Heaven.

Closing my eyes, I was immediately whisked into captivity by the mist of the falls as it cooled my body and it cleansed my soul. It is as if a natural baptisim had emerged my spirit and replenished my well being. Despite all the sound and noise that was imminating throughout the city, the movement of the water produced by the falls is the only focus that kept my attention.  Even though the crowds gathered to marvel in the sight of the falls, I felt a contentment and individuality that felt as if it were there for me and me alone.

Opening my eyes, I saw what had to be one of the most speech taking, uplifting sights I could ever come to cross.  The falls were in a sheer white, pure in appearance and in what it had to offer.  A mysictical presence was foreshadowed only by the collection of spirits and wishes that has blended inside the currents that it produces. 

Looking even deeper, I felt a grace that overpowered me as if the raw and sheer beauty of this body of water was personally touched by God..then touched by me.  A Catherdral of sorts, I took in all the glory, honor, and respect that had come with such a great sight.

With all the basking of the falls, I had come even closer to heaven than I though with a memory that all of a sudden become so imminent.

Six years ago, I lost my mother to Cancer which increased my faith to a "there is a heaven" just a bit more. Since then, my outlook on life has become more of an eye opener.  Every thing I have done since then, I have for her. My best friend, I miss her everyday.

Looking into the falls, I could feel her there..just out of reach...on the other side.

I will wrap it up here. I could write this story in many parts, but that would take away from the theme of this journal.

I have pics if you want to see, so drop me a line and I will send them out.

Rounding third and heading home,

M-