I've been processing the news that an old Grady EMS pal has shuffled off this mortal coil. While Brian Allen Shepler and I were friends, our relationship was more than "friends".
We were on the same team, part of something larger than ourselves. We were medics at Grady, and that carries, inherent in the title, a sense of family. Because we were both paramedics, it was rare indeed that we worked together, but we did work the same shift many nights, and on one night, the vagaries of scheduling and sick calls resulted in us working the same bus.
It was a weeknight, perhaps a Tuesday or Wednesday (being a decade plus in the past, my memory cannot recall), and well past the witching hour. It'd been slow, nothing really going on. We were cruising our area, bored stiff, and the excess of coffee was taking its toll on my stomach.
We pulled up to the corner of 14th and Peachtree, and observed an APD officer making a traffic stop. Having nothing else to do, we just sat at the intersection, watching. The officer was alone, and he'd removed the driver from the vehicle for a chat.
In the blink of an eye, the driver was swinging punches, one of which connected well, and the officer fell to the ground. Brian, ever being Brian, and doing what would surely bring the wrath of our supervisors said "Oh, HELL NO", and stomped on the gas, turned the corner, and bailed out of the ambulance about three tenths of a second after it was in park.
I followed, because that's what partners on the ambulance DO, and Brian gets the driver's legs into a position that would normally result in a dislocated hip while I locked the driver's arms behind him (rumors that I put an inordinate amount of pressure on the Radial Nerve, rendering the driver's arm numb, are unsubstantiated), while the cop managed to get the cuffs secured.
We all stood (well, not the driver), took a few deep breaths, and I told the officer "Well, then. I think we shall take our leave, seems you've got it from here."
The cop, ever grateful, said "Wait a minute... I want to know your names. I'd like to thank your supervisor for your help!"
"Won't be necessary, Officer. As far as we can tell, you took the guy down by yourself, and we just happened to be here to provide first aid to this fine citizen's injuries. Speaking of, I'll get some gauze for that nasty gash on his forehead," replied Brian.
That was what he did... helped those who needed it, be it a cop who was getting thumped, or a drunk driver that Brian just thumped.
Requiescat in Pace, brother. We've got it from here. Code 7 for the remainder.