Is there such a thing as luck?

Working for the Emergency Medical Services has opened my eyes and mind in so many ways over the years. You start to question everything and anything. Why is it some people will ring for a stubbed toe while others don’t dare ‘disturb’ you, or ‘waste your time’ when their relative is having a heart attack or a stroke? Why this and why that.

There are so many questions and never enough answers. I try to treat each job with empathy. I try to put my feet in the shoes of the person who has called me and think ‘why do they want me here? What is it they need?’.  The answer tI these questions are vastly different from patient to patient. The ten year old with a sprained wrist, the terrified first time Mum with a screaming unconsolable baby with a temperature, the eighty year old who’s wife has of 50 years has recently passed away and desperately needs some company. Then the extremes, the people who need rushing to the major trauma centres, the heart attack centres, the stroke centres.

You learn such a huge amount about society and about culture working in the ‘ambulance’ world and yet every answer only ever seems to open another set of questions.

Recently, I have questioned luck. There are some people in this world that seem to be unnaturally unlucky. The ones who have had cancer, heart problems, operations go wrong, lost half their family and all before they’re 30. Whilst others seem excessively lucky, skating through life with good health and wealth. There are people who believe they are unlucky and others who believe the opposite. There are people that have lost a lot but remain entirely optimistic and untainted whilst some rant and rave over their misfortunes at the slightest of events.

It seems to me like ‘luck’ is actually more a question of attitude and how you view things. The age old ‘glass half full half empty’ cliché. I’m not sure whether it acts as a sort of ‘self fulfilling prophecy’ where by you believe yourself unlucky and so somehow scarper your chances. Or whether it’s just a mindset where everything that goes wrong is added to the pile of proof you’re unlucky.

Id have thought it would be important to make sure we keep both piles in view, before writing off our fate. We can’t be unlucky in everything.

Bad things happen, yes. I will never deny that. If believing in luck is helpful to you, then great. But if it’s not, it might be worth thinking about.

Then again, I’ve always considered myself lucky, so what do I know about ‘bad luck’?

Running through life

I am by trade an emergency medical technician. I spend my whole working life running around the city from call to call. People often say things to me such as ‘that must be such a hard job, you must have a way to vent’ in their questioning tones, probing for answers. I will always give a ‘hm’ when posed with questions about work and let people interpret that how they like. The worst thing I’ve ever seen won’t be the thing I, or any other emergency servicespersonnel, tell you it is.

Venting is important. You might think after a 5 day week of working 12/13/14 hour shifts  a few days of sofa and tea would do the trick. Peace and quiet is nice sometimes, but you won’t doubt I didn’t get into this career as someone who loves peace and quiet.

For me, I love running.

“There’s no greater freedom than flying on your feet” 

Do you remember those dreams you had as a kid where you could fly just by swimming through the air? Or jumping I’ve heard some people say?

That’s how I feel when I run. That sums it up for me. Stretching my legs out into the cold, thumping my feet through the mud and driving my arms through the air. My shirt rippling across my chest in the wind as I run across the land. To me, that is freedom. I am on own, I am my own master. I dictate my pace, my route. I head for the hills, take in the view for myself. I believe views are better kept by my own eyes and mind than any picture will every do justice. I like to see and do things for myself.

I compare this to my of life and I think why I will push myself through the 12 hour shifts, day after day.  I want it.

Now, this doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same aches and pains as you do when you run. The legs of lead that have had enough, the stomach somersaults that drag you down, the stitches cropping up in places you didn’t know you could get a stitch in. This doesn’t mean life doesn’t drag me down sometimes, too. There will often be times where I don’t run for weeks or months at a time when life doesn’t allow. But that doesn’t take away the run inside of me.

Thank you for reading.