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Fire Chief - 25 Dec 2006 00:00 GMT
Many years ago I ran an ambulance call for an injured child and was
advised on route that a baby was being shaken out a window and police
were enroute.  The policy that we follow today of staying out of
insecure violent incidents was not written down back then and the
actions you took were at your discretion.  We continued into the scene
and dispatch told us that the baby was being used to extort money from
the mother.  On arrival we saw that a baby was indeed being waved out a

window by his feet three stories in the air.  As we ran up the stairs
my
partner said "If you can distract the guy for just a minute I can get
the baby."  I was terrified that the baby would fall to his death and
shaking with anger at the same time.  A crying child opened the door
and
said "He's hurting my brother."  I entered the living room and spoke as

calmly as I could manage.  The assailant looked at me with wild eyes
and
said "Don't touch me cop or I smash the brat."  I realized that he had
mistaken my fire service uniform for that of the police.  I said "I'm a

firefighter.  I only want to check the baby."  Suddenly a pair of hands

appeared and grabbed the child.  In the adjacent kitchen my driver had
gone out the window and reached across to grab the child without belay
or back up three stories in the air.  The perp.. looked at his now
empty
hand and then charged me intent on the impulse to escape.  I swung the
Oxygen set at his head and I thank God I missed.  The tank busted a
large hole in the metal lath and plaster wall.  Having ducked under the

blow the assailant fled.  I took a ragged breath and looked around at
one of the bleaker rooms I had ever seen.  One bare bulb, broken
furniture, an empty drawer in use as a crib made up most of the rooms
contents.  My partner came in from the adjacent kitchen holding a baby
very close to him saying over and over "he's all right. He's all
right."

    We executed the protocol for a shaken baby, gathered up mother and

two other children and started down the stairs to greet an Army of
police officers from four different agencies.  We loaded the family
while the LEOs got a description of the perp. from us.  It was the only

truly complete description I had ever given of anyone.  Working from
the
picture of the madman that was etched into my brain I described him
from
the hair on his head to the salt stains on his shoes.  After
transporting the entire family to children's hospital we transported
the
assailant that the LEOs had caught up with some distance away.  He had
put up a fight and two officers had the bruises to prove it but they
had
subdued him and we took him in for stitches.  Upon return to quarters
the incident caught up with me and I went into the hose tower and
screamed.

The firefighter who had been one of my EMT evaluators took and sat me
down and made me tell him about every detail of the incident that I had

seen.  When I was finally done he said "You can't fix the world but you

can mend parts of it.  He got the shift together and said "we have a
family to care for."  "Are you out of your mind? It's Christmas eve!
Most of the stores are closed." the shift chorused.  The captain spoke
up and said I think this shift could pull it off on Christmas day.  No
one argued any further.  The Ambulance went to the grocery,  The truck
to the Toy's R Us, the engine to a child care supply store.  Between
the
three units we assembled a Christmas for a family that had nothing and
needed everything.  The last item was the only Christmas tree that had
not been bought at the departments tree sale fund raiser.  The crew
shortened that pore scraggly thing at both ends and trimmed it to a
decent shape.  A raid on an 24 hour pharmacy scored lights and
ornaments.  We called the hospital and found they would not be done
with
the baby for several more hours. The family would be sent home in a
taxi
in the morning.  It was eleven PM before we were completely ready and
by
now the guys were really into it.  We arrived back at the apartment
building, laddered the apartment, and hauled all the supplies up the
aerial since the apartment door had a double cylinder detroit jimmy
proof lock.  The only problem was a drunken neighbor who demanded to
know why they were getting the special service.  I looked him dead in
the eye and said "the regulations say I don't have to answer questions
from drunks."  He seemed to accept that and walked away.  Two different

LEOs came by with a few more things and we all agreed that at least for

one day the baby's brother and sister and yes even his mom could
believe
in Santa Claus.

Some of you may have read my account of this incident before.  But
every
Christmas Eve it comes back to me very strongly and I feel the need to
share it again.

Take care of each other and know that God loves you even though the
only
instruments he has to express that love is the actions of decent human
beings just like you.

-- Firefighter / Rescuer Thomas D. Horne speaking for himself and not
the Takoma Park Volunteer Fire Department a cooperating agency of the
Montgomery County Fire and Rescue Service, Maryland, USA

Well, we aren't no thin blue heroes and yet we aren't no blackguards.
Just working men and women most remarkable like you.
Sanchona - 25 Dec 2006 01:35 GMT
What a wonderful story!  Are there more that I have missed?

Thanks!

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"A Family Of Strangers" ISBN: 1-59414-543-1
Published by Five Star/Thomson Gale Publishing

> Many years ago I ran an ambulance call for an injured child

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ladylove77 - 25 Dec 2006 18:49 GMT
What a touching story, Joe.  Thanks.
Gwen

> Many years ago I ran an ambulance call for an injured child and was
> advised on route that a baby was being shaken out a window and police
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> Well, we aren't no thin blue heroes and yet we aren't no blackguards.
> Just working men and women most remarkable like you.
Angela - 26 Dec 2006 02:37 GMT
Wow!!! What an awesome story.  Thank you for sharing

Angela
 
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