Drinking Moonlight And Holding Fireflies
• Jun. 18, 2009 - //They say that love can heal the broken. They say that hope can make you see. They say that faith can find a Savior. If you would follow and believe...with faith like a child//
The other day my friend, Chelsea, and I were "on call" for the ambulance for the very first time. We decided to hang around in the center of town so we could be close by the ambulance. In the car driving to town, my friend Chelsea said, "I hope we don't do anything embarrassing!" To which I scoffed and and said, "We probably won't even get a call. What could we possibly do embarrassing?"
Little did I know. 0.0
We were a quarter of a mile away from the ambulance, on the other side of town. (I live in a really small town.) We were skateboarding. (Or, rather, attempting skateboarding) when our pagers went off with a little ding-de-ding-de-ding! I dropped my skateboard. We both looked at each-other, mouths open. It was really cool. I got tunnel-vision and everything. Then, without a word, we both started running.
We ran so fast down the main-road side-walk. I was ahead, arms and legs pumping, feeling the exhilaration surging through me. I could dimly sea cars driving past, faces looking at us in amazement, wondering why two teens were running down the road as if a bolder was about to flatten us. I felt really good. I wanted to laugh at the people. This is what it's all about! I wanted to yell.
We arrived at the firehouse, gasping and wheezing so hard that we probably nearly became patients ourselves. Just as we were nearing the door, a lady (I don't know her) opened it up. She was walking out into the parking lot. But we thought she was opening the door for us. I remember a look of surprise and confusion on her face as we raced past her without a word.
We ran into the garage where the ambulance is. No one was there yet, we had ran so fast. Chelsea wondered if we should open the garage door so that we could be completely ready. I told her that we should just wait until someone else arrived. So we did, counting the seconds down. We waited by the back door, peering out the window.
Mrs. J, a lady on the ambulance, pulled up a few second later. We opened the door for her, gasping out how glad we were to finally see her. "What are you girls doing here?" she asked.
Which kind of made us freeze in silence. "Our pagers went off," we finally said. "We ran all the way from the other side of town."
And then she laughed! "Oh, that was the tone-tester. Didn't you know they had a tone-tester at this time?"
And, well, we got out of there pretty quick. And there wasn't any more "calls" that day.
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