When did our world become so cruel?
People don’t care. They’re rude and greedy. Shove you aside to grab for themselves.
A shocking example, set from Westminster on down. You can’t blame the yobs when the toffs are doing it too.
Nobody wants to know any more. Love is dead.
Until you call an ambulance
You might have to wait a while though, these NHS ambulance guys are busy.
So busy, those parliamentary do-gooders are falling over themselves to complain about how long it takes.
They’ve never had to queue, nine deep, to deliver an code-blue emergency to an over-worked A&E. Never faced grid-locked traffic, or Lord Muck in the Roller, refusing to move over for lights and siren.
Or been so hard-pressed and over-stretched that London Ambulance have had to fly in a relief squad of 175 paramedics from Oz.
Yeah, they’ll get to you – in maybe more than the 4 hours officially designated. A wild thumbsuck target set by Westminster wonks who never drive themselves.
But what can you expect when traffic in Central London is only 8.98 mph?
They never learn, do they? That’s the same speed as a horse-drawn carriage in 1830.
Dedication and respect
But at least the ambulance people get to you!
And that’s when you find out – they’re the only people in the whole world who care.
Who treat you with respect and consideration.
There you are, terrified, with a rib sticking through your chest.
Who else in the world is so calm, so soothing, so skilled that every movement puts you at your ease? (Tweet this)
You know you’re in good hands.
Even the Aussie blokes say so – top paramedics, selected from Sydney’s best.
Because London is the busiest ambulance service in the world and that’s why they want to work here. 5,000 calls a day is a challenge they can’t resist – remember Crocodile Dundee?
They’re here to help you. To reassure, to care, to get you towards feeling better.
They’re dedicated and professional too.
But who teaches them that wonderful compassion and the skill to restore confidence, only a few short years out of school? The Aussies, the Kiwis, the Poles – or our own home-grown heroes, right here in the Old Country?
Nobody else in the world can care for you better.
Not even your GP, who’s swamped with patients now out-of-hours work is stopped.
And it’s a terrifying world when you don’t know what’s happened to you.
Especially at 2.00 in the morning, when NHS paramedics are the only people on the planet who are concerned that you’re having a panic attack.
They don’t call it love, but that’s what it is.
Compassion and care for fellow human beings, totally selfless and unreserved.
So the NHS is the biggest waste of money in the UK is it?
Try remembering that when you’ve fallen down the stairs and you think you’re going to die.
The only people who are going to help you are wearing NHS badges – and they’re in the middle of a 12-hour shift.
You slag them off, but they still love you.
Even enough to save you from yourself.