I heard your call for help, I heard you begging for someone to save you, that you were bleeding to death, I promised you that help was on the way and I wouldn’t hang up until they arrived. I stayed with you on the phone when you stopped talking, listening for your breathing, I heard it get slower and slower, I heard your last gasp for air and I stayed with you, hoping you could hear me when I said I had help coming, I was still on the line when the fire fighters broke in your door and started CPR and put a tourniquet on your arm above where your dialysis shunt had ruptured. I made sure my medics knew what they were going into so they could do their best for you, they transported you to the STAB Room at the best Level 1 Trauma Center in the area, a place that has fanned the last sparks of life into flame. I know that there is a sacred honor in being there when someone enters and leaves this world, I know you never knew my name or my face, but I am honored to have been present for your last moments.