I wish you could comprehend a wife’s horror at 3:00 in the morning as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none . . . I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back knowing intuitively it is too late but wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try to save his life. I wish you could understand how it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the night, out on jobs. I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a teenage girl from the remains of her automobile. “What if this was my sister or a friend?” “What are her parents’ reactions going to be when they open the door to find a police officer with hat in hand?” I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally and sometimes physically abuse us or belittle what we do or as they express their attitudes of “It will never happen to me.” I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of having saved a life or being able to be there in time of crisis. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm asking, “Is Mommy okay?” not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Unless you have lived with this kind of life you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, who we are, or what our job really means to us …I wish you could though.