Anthoer poem

Sorry if we woke you in the middle of the night but someone in your neighborhood is fighting for their life. Sorry if we block the road and make you turn around but there's been a bad wreck with dying children on the ground. When you see us coming you'll understand. Let us have the right of way someone needs a helping hand. Sometimes a child is chocking sometimes a broken leg. Sometimes a heart stops beating, and we got there to late. So if you see us crying when we think we are alone you'll know we had a "bad" one and were feeling mighty low. We don't do it for the money - you know it's not much that we get paid. We don't do it for the glory but for a life that might get saved. Somewhere deep within us our souls are crying out "We are here to help our neighbors in their hour of pain and doubt." God gave us something special to help us see you through, we do it because we are needed and we care about you too.