911 Dispatcher
I am a voice who tries to calm a mother when her infant son is not breathing.
I am a invisible hand that holds and tries to comfort the elderly man who woke up this morning to find his wife of 50 years that had passed away during the night.
I try to be a friend who talks the disgruntled teenager out of ending her own life.
I may have sent help when you had your first automobile accident.
I am the one who tried to obtain the information from callers to ensure that the scene is safe for those I dispatch to emergencies - all the while anticipating the worst and hoping for the best.
I am the ears that listen to the needs of all those I serve.
I have heard the screams of faceless people I never will meet nor forget.
I am the one who has worked weekends, strange shifts and holidays. Children do not say they want my job when they grow up. Yet, I am at this vocation by choice. Those I help do not call back to say thank you. Still there is comfort in the challenge, integrity and purpose of my employment.
I am thankful to provide such a meaningful service.
I am where you need me and still here when you don't and my office is never empty, and the work here is never done. I am always on call. The training is strenuous, demanding and endless. No two days at work are ever the same.
Who am I?
I am an emergency dispatcher, and I am proud.
Needed For A
Dispatcher
1. The intelligence of a scholar
2. The patience of a mother
3. The efficience of a computer
4. The street savvy of a 22 yr vetern officer
A dispatcher stood at the Pearly Gate,
With a face worn, wrinkled and old,
And meekly asked the man of faith,
For admission to the fold.
"What have you done," Saint Peter asked,
"To seek admission here?"
I was a dispatcher down on earth
For many and many a year."
Oh, the gates were opened sharply,
And Saint Peter rang the bell.
"Come in and grab a harp," he said,
"For you've seen enough of Hell."
Sometimes I know I am short with you, but there's one of me and more of you. I work so hard to help you all, and try to explain each and every call. I have so many things to do at one time, and so much depends on decisions of mine. I have to be fast and very alert, because in a split second you could get hurt. I might sound disturbed or I may sound mean, it's just my heart racing when you get on the scene. I try to get the facts, I try to be clear. I know sometimes you think I don't care, but it's just the fear, for I can't see and I don't know, I am in here and you're out there. Your life I feel is in my hands, a job to me not many could stand. I start each shift with a prayer I say, that all goes well throughout the night. A citizen's sorrow I deal with the pain, smile all the while, for you usually get the fame . . . STAY SAFE!
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