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COME DANCE WITH ME OUT ON THE EDGE

You look at my life and shake your head

You look at my schedule and gasp

You who work 9 to 5 in an office

Can't understand

A twenty four hour shift here

A Midnight there

A 3 to 11 somewhere else.

In the rain, snow, dark or

the baking sun.

You look at what I do and say, " I could never do that!"

"How do you handle the Blood?"

"How do you handle the Risks?"

"How do you handle the Dying?"

Come dance with me....out on the edge

You think you know an adrenaline rush.

Try running "hot" to a heart attack or auto accident

You handle corporate mergers and think you know responsibility

Try scooping a 4 year old up into your arms.....

and hearing her stop breathing...

or a 4 month old.....

or an 84 year old.....

Come dance with me....out on the edge

You are a bargainer, bargaining with other people and

companies

And count your bottom line in thousands of dollars

per hour.

I'm a bargainer, I bargain with God And count my bottom line in one life per hour

You are a mover and a shaker

Moving money and building buildings.

I pick up the soft bits when the moving stops sudenly ....

...or the shaking is real.

Come dance with me....out on the edge.

For you it will will be an adventure, a visit to a strange

land,

A once in a lifetime thrill ride.

For me, it's all I know.

It's the only place I know to dance

Like the Shakers, I dance for the glory of God,

For, I am truly blind and only know my place by the

sound from over the precipice

Come dance with me....out on the edge.

Chuck Rienzo

Sure hope the formating works.

-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 26, 1999

Answers

Chuck,you move me to tears. Gob bless you and the others like you. Maggie

-- Maggie Germann (maggiem@nehp.net), October 26, 1999.

What Maggie said.

-- Faith Weaver (suzsolutions@yahoo.com), October 26, 1999.

"BRAVO", Whistle, Fingersnaps, Whistle, "YAH", fingersnaps.

Not just for the verse Chuck, but also for the hero! Grrreat Job!

-- Michael (mikeymac@uswest.net), October 26, 1999.


Aahhh, that speaks to that other place! Thanks :-)

-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), October 26, 1999.

Sobering, sir.

Many more of us will become acquainted with the edge soon.

I hope we still have what it takes.

-- mushroom (mushroom_bs_too_long@yahoo.com), October 26, 1999.



Chuck, that was nice. An homage to EMTs everywhere.

-- Spidey (in@jam.oil), October 26, 1999.

Yes, folks, a VERY strange day. I have NO IDEA WHY but I needed to revisit these this morning.

Feeling a LOT fey today.

Chuck

-- Chuck, a night driver (rienzoo@en.com), October 26, 1999.


I know, Chuck, I know. And let me mention the unbelievable number of people who pretend not to hear that siren or see that light and refuse to move to the side. And those who attack you because they were part of the gang who shot the victim and want him to die. And those patients who dance on their own edge from crack and fight you like ten devils.

I wish you peace.

-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), October 26, 1999.


((((((Chuck))))))

-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), October 26, 1999.

Chuck

Here's to you. God Bless you.

Keep your...

-- eyes_open (best@wishes.not), October 26, 1999.



Thanks, Chuck. This post is close to what I've been thinking lately. I have absolutely no professional experience comparable to yours, but in the last while I've been involved in some events that most people seem to regard as 'out there' on exactly the edge you're describing (most of these were post-y2k awareness, incidentally). Childbirth at home; helping w/ two serious accidents involving shattered limbs and plastic surgery; holding old dogs while they die; and most recently being w/ my old grandmother while she is dying (BTW, thanks Cascadians for the post on swallowing reflex; it appeared at just the right time). The point I'm struggling for is something along the lines of, I wasn't really alive or close to God until I began to embrace these things. Now I'm not afraid, and this is a wonderful thing. I also have a much better sense of my own ability to cope w/ crises and am, I think, a stronger person. Funny, but there are blessings in all things. Hope this is useful to somebody.

-- silver ion (ag3@interlog.com), October 26, 1999.

Wow Chuck.

That takes my breath away.

-- no talking please (breadlines@soupkitchen.gov), October 26, 1999.


Yep, tenderness is sliding your hands under the battered little 18 month old girl in a crushed car seat, bilateral femur fractures, bruised inside, mommy a smear and tangle and that sweet thing is looking up at you with those big blue eyes and not even crying, just waiting for you to tell her it will be ok and what a good girl she is.

-- Kristi (securxsys@cs.com), October 26, 1999.

Chuck, you are one tender and yet very courageous human being. Tears are in my eyes from what you wrote. How I thank God for you and others like you, upon whom our lives depend in our darkest hours. Blessings upon you, good person!

-- Elaine Seavey (Gods1sheep@aol.com), October 26, 1999.

Thanks Chuck.

I take comfort in knowing that creativity, compassion, a kind soul, balance and perspective are not dependent upon any technology.

Mike

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-- Michael Taylor (mtdesign3@aol.com), October 26, 1999.



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