By Uniform Stories
First responders everywhere have enjoyed writer Michael Morse’s, books and articles since he began writing about his experiences in 2006.
Now his first two books are packaged in one volume. Recently published by Post Hill Press, his book is available at most retailers and online outlets.
A Gripping Account of Life as a First Responder
Morse takes you along for the ride as he and his fellow officers respond to emergency calls on the streets of Providence, RI. Race from one call to the next as Morse goes from facing life and death emergencies to treating minor injuries and carting drunks to detox.
See for yourself how difficult, frustrating and at times heartbreaking this job can be, as lives are lost, scarce medical resources squandered, and futures altered. Experience the heartache and joy of losing and saving lives during this incredible journey. The story that unfolds is true and the people are real.
From Rescuing Providence
9:38. My clock doesn’t tell me if it is morning or night. I remember coming home, trying to stay awake, failing. I want to have a normal life, spend time with my wife and kids, but I can‘t. Maybe someday.
There is no light coming from the spaces between the window shades. Night. I’ve been asleep for two hours. Cheryl probably has dinner in the oven, hoping that I’ll join her. I usually do. She’ll go hungry waiting for me to come downstairs. It is an effort for me to be pleasant, but she deserves that. Sometimes I fail, and she puts me back to bed, where I sleep on and off until morning. I’m going to stay awake tonight, at least until 11:00.
The fight we had about the forgotten manicotti is over, I think. I’ll pick it up tomorrow when I go back to work. In a few hours I’ll start another marathon shift and then have a few days off. My corner of the world, Providence, is a little better off because of the work I do. It is a small contribution in the big scheme of things, but I find satisfaction in that. The people I meet and help are truly players on the world’s stage. Each individual has a part—some seemingly insignificant, yet vital; others apparently enormous, yet trivial. Firefighters die saving people from burning buildings and are given a hero‘s farewell, with thousands attending the funeral, and thousands more watching on television.
The people who weren’t saved are laid to rest in relative anonymity. Murderers walk free, their victims gone forever. Young people are killed in car accidents by drunken drivers who continue to drink and drive. Kids fall off dorm roofs to their untimely death, never reaching their potential as their families ponder what could have been.
Tomorrow begins another day. How many lives will be changed forever? Will it be my turn? I guess I’m going to find out.
