For almost 10 years I have given my heart, soul, and sanity to a community and a service who couldn't care less. I have been punched, slapped, spit on, kicked, cussed, and talked down to. I have held dead babies, dead grannies, and every age in between. I've picked up their heads, their brains, and their limbs. My dreams are invaded by their faces and their screams. Their images chase away my sanity. This job...this lifestyle consumes my life and steals my happines. Yet daily, I return to the scene of the crime. I drive down the streets and see the blood. I pass by the houses where the ghosts wave at me and smile. Daily...I pay for what you, society, have done to each other. Daily, I cry for your loss.