Big Sky Ems Symposium: Fill & Download for Free

Sorry this is long but I got a number of A2A's and I started writing in the middle of the night, then kept having flashbacks. Quora, what can I say.The first I remember is, I talked a guy out of jumping off our antenna array when I was in the Army in Korea. He gotten a "Dear John" letter from his girlfriend and had climbed up to the top and was going to kill himself. It took about thirty minutes but he finally came down. He lives in Chicago now and we still talk Via email sometimes.WorkI have I have a number of patients who think so because I saved their marriage or their life, or helped them find meaning. I have three children named after me because of this. Quite an honor.I've had EMS call me at home in the middle of the night to go to some suicidals location and talk them out of doing themselves in.I've dealt with many suicidals as patients and had them find a reason to live. I've also had some quit coming and after awhile and they did themselves in. Sad to say, I lost two this year.MarriageMy father In-law thought I was a hero as as I had taken on four children from another man and truly loved his daughter. I saved her in his eyes. Ironically my own mother thought Leigh was a hero because she'd transformed me into somebody more acceptable, even though mom didn't like Leigh or me.My wife thinks I'm a hero because of the thousand kindnesses I do without needing to be asked. She says it as a phrase quite often, "You're my hero" but I'd never asked her why until I was writing on this question.Water.Saved three people from drowning.One, an adult who'd hit his head, I just pulled him over to the edge of the pool and we lifted him out. Then he started coughing, sputtering, and breathing again. The life guard came and they took him to the building.Another, My wife and I were at an apartment complex eating with our son and his fiancé at the pool area, even though we didn't have on swimsuits. We were laughing, having a good time and I was watching kids play in the shallow section. I spotted one kid who was just barely able to keep his nose above the surface as he bobbed up and down grabbing gulps of air. He seemed to be having trouble with all the splashing going on but was holding his own. A bit later I looked again and he was under water not moving, while all the others were still playing. I jumped up, threw my wallet down and jumped in the pools 3 1/2 foot section. I waded out to the kid and lifted him up, then climbed out and basically hung him upside down, squeezing the water out and letting gravity do it's thing. He started coughing up the water till it ran out of him and he cried a bit. His mom didn't seem the least concerned. She came over and got him then walked back up to the chairs, clear up at the deep end of the pool, where she couldn't possibly have been watching him.The third, was our grandson who'd come over with his dad and sister in Sunday clothes after church. He was about 2 1/2. I was cleaning on one side of the pool and the kids were on the other. The boy saw a cricket in the water, then leaned over to get a closer look. When he said something to his sister, two years older, she came over and bent to look, using him as a brace. He got off balance and in he went, clothes and all. Our son was in the house and saw his baby fall in the deep end, instantly jumping up in a panic and tried to get out of the living room door, but it was dead bolted. He was panicking and ran to the kitchen to get to the back yard. I, mean while, wondered what the big splash was, and his then his sister screamed. OMG, he'd fallen in. I quickly debated whether to just dive in fully clothed or run around the pool and retrieve him that way. I chose to run and as I got to him, he'd popped up, so I reached in and pulled him out as he coughed and choked on the water. About that time, his dad burst through the door, ran across the back porch and sprinted to us. He was so relieved to see me holding his child. I had the boy bent over to get the water out and when he looked down, he saw his new shoes all wet. He started crying about how they were messed up now. Kids.CarsThere have been seven different car wrecks I've helped at. A few I ended up comforting the person who was trapped until EMS came.In one, the airbag had deployed but had burst and the woman was choking on the powder. We'd been waiting in line to get into RedRock Canyon Grill Sunday noon when a crash at the intersection caught our attention. I really just walked up to see if I could help and there was one other guy who'd already got to her. When I walked up, she was choking real bad and gasping for breath. I was on the passenger side and because she was strapped in, was stuck. We got her free and turned so her face wasn't in the powder and she was able to get some relief. A few minutes later the ambulance came and I walked back to my wife and friends still in line. Ironically, she was late for work at the restaurant and had tried to cut across the light too close.There is the time which includes a guy who a woman had hit in the pedestrian walk during rush hour. In that one, I was back about 4 cars and nobody was doing anything with this guy laying in the street. I got out and ran past all those sitting in their cars, to help him. He was sprawled out on the ground while the woman driver was standing next to him hysterically crying and saying she was sorry. There were people on all four corners and no one else came to his aid though a few were yelling to get her licence. I managed to check him and get him out of the street over to the gutter, till an ambulance came.In another, my wife and I were driving along in a 6 lane divided and a car was in the fast lane off to my front left. Suddenly it veered left into the center separator smashing the front of her car. The momentum spun it around where the back then was crunched on the the concrete too, then continued spinning around and came to a stop. It all happened so fast. I managed to dodge her, pulled over to the right shoulder and ran back. Fortunately there was a break in traffic. She was dazed and trapped a bit, with the airbag having gone off. I wrenched on the door till it broke free, then started getting her out of there because the car was smoking. Another man came running up then and we got her away from the car and laying on the ground. We got the car pushed out of traffic enough and then of all things, a sheriff's officer came on the scene so I was able to leave.Another time long ago, I was so stoned and driving to a friends, when I heard a terrible crash and then some car tearing through the gears as it accelerated away. Then I came up on the scene. The first car had its front end smashed in and had then been accordioned by a car behind it. That one had the windshield shattered from the head of the passenger. The driver of that car had gotten out and was trying to assist the passenger in the car behind, who'd partly gone through the windshield That driver was slumped over the wheel. The person who caused it had sped away. I was in such bad shape I couldn't do anything, but stopped at the next quick stop and called 911. No cell phones then. I could hardly hold the phone, much less the money as it was all fluid. I also worried about making sense to the dispatch and certainly didn't want to get stopped myself. I was able to stammer out enough of the info to get them the location and send ambulances as soon as possible. I hated not being able to help more that that just because I was using a recreational drug. Of course I shouldn't have been driving either. 20 somethings.But The worst was I had been out to the missile range in New mexico and was on the way home to El Paso, Texas. I was a Sergeant in the Army then. Driving down a four lane divided about 45 MPH and I notice coming the other way, a police car with it's lights on following an old Chevy. Just before they got to me, the police turned on his siren to alert the driver who had gone some distance not noticing them. Startled, she jerked the wheel to the right and immediately jumped the curb and slammed dead on into a telephone pole.The back wheels lifted up in the air a couple of feet from the impact. I pulled over in a left turnout and ran over to help. The cops were a bit stunned themselves. I told the one to get on dispatch as I could see a woman had smashed her face into the steering wheel. I went to her side and she was out already covered in blood. This was before airbags so she'd hit a rigid steering column. I couldn't get the jammed door open so had the other policeman help yank on it until we were able to break it free. She was in bad shape and gurgling. Her seat had been thrown forward, so her legs were jammed under the dash. We couldn't get the seat back. She was drowning in blood. I had the policeman run to the other side so I could tip her over. He held her as I freed her enough to lay her head down and have the blood run out so she could breath. About that time a doctor showed up who was driving by and then the ambulance came so I left and went home.PeopleConfronting,This started in High school when the teacher was giving us assignments and then leaving to spend the hour with her friend in the lounge. Worthless. I got up a petition and went to the principal with it. I took a lot of heat but she was gone at semester and the new woman was a smart, world traveler, fantastic artist and had been married 4 times. I was friends with her for 30 years. A lot of the kids were grateful.When I was in living in El Paso one evening, there was screaming and banging on my door. My wife said not to open it but I did and a woman who lived in another apartment came tearing in with her husband after her. He'd been hitting and yelling at her. I wouldn't let him in. He threatened to beat my ass and I said "lets go, but you aren't coming in the house so go home!" He picked up enough on my determination I wasn't going to budge and he left. She thanked me profusely and stayed over night, then left in the morning for her moms. Her husband apologized to me the next day as he'd been drinking.Then there was a time I'd gone for lunch and was driving back to the office. I noticed a speeding police car screech to a stop and both policeman jump out and run like hell after a guy. I could see where he'd jumped a creek and was alluding them. I sped up, went to the corner and drove on the feeder street to the housing area he'd run into. I saw one policeman jump the creek in pursuit and the other run back to the buildings looking for him. I drove up next to him and put the passenger window down pacing him as he ran on the sidewalk and said, "They are going to hurt you if you don't stop!" He slowed down turning and said: "But I didn't do anything" " But they're still going to hurt you if you run." About that time the policeman came running up and knocked him down with a body block. As he was cuffing him I said, "Your partner is still looking for him by the buildings back there so I'll go get him for you." He thanked me and I sped off, retrieved his partner and drove him back to where they were. I went back to work and told Leigh who was like: "What were you thinking?".This was when an ice storm had just hit and people were still trying to get home. My wife and I were in my four wheel drive Bronco and being cautious. As we were coming up on a section of four lanes, heavy traffic both ways, this car decides to try quickly dart out from a housing area and spun out of control. I pump the brakes and manage to stop but they fishtail across all four lanes and damn near hit a pole, which happens to have a lineman on top working. She cut back into oncoming traffic, which puts all those people into spins going out of control as they try to compensate for the ice and momentum. Now she cuts back to our side and cars start colliding into one another on both sides of the street. Instantly seven cars are crushed and she speeds off. I want to help those in the wreck but decide she is not going to get away. I thread my way through the wrecks and pursue her. She comes to the next intersection and pulls into a fast food restaurant, then runs inside. I pull in and run in and she is trying to hide in a booth. I tell the manager to call the police as she just caused a huge accident and ran from the scene. She is now crying, saying she just got her licence and she wasn't trying to do anything. She then calls her brother. A short while later the police show up and I tell them what happened. We leave.Just trying to be helpfulWe were leaving our housing area at dusk one time and came to the main feeder thorofare. I looked left, then right, and went to pull out. I'd just started to accelerate when something caught my eye and I slammed on the brakes. Right in front of me were two little kids 4 and 3 years old on little trikes on the highway. I put on the flashers and jumped out. I just started talking casual. "Hi, where you guys going?" to the older boy. "We going to store." he said. "Oh, well your mommy wants you to come home right now." I said. "So let's go home" and helped turn him around. He were just peddling along as his sister had her little legs just a pumping following her big brother. My wife got into the drivers seat and when the traffic cleared, flipped the car around and with blinkers flashing, followed us slowly back. They'd gone a good hundred yards from their house. When we got to the cul de sac, the parents were having a party and had no idea the children were on an adventure. When I told them where they were, the mom about fainted then thanked us profusely.And finally, years ago I went to a international health symposium for CEU's (educational units to keep up my licence). I was Director of counseling of my Drug Treatment program I'd co-founded. It was to be a three day event held in a rather large auditorium with stadium type seating. I arrived a bit late so decided to go in the door nearest the stage to insure getting a seat with the least disturbance. I slipped into one in the first row about five seats from the end. The first lecture was already in progress so the lights were dimmed. These were like early TED talks on the subject of health and the room was filled with M.D.'s. Most of the presenters were too.The fourth presentation was a group from Japan who'd found, people who had tuberculosis didn't seem to contract cancer. The Research Institute of Vaccine Therapy for Tumors and Infectious Diseases, Nippon Medical School. They'd started experimenting with using neutralized tuberculin virus, which when introduced, either stopped the cancer growth or put it in remission. The Maruyama Vaccine. The room was darkened and the man started putting on a slide show of pathological specimens showing tissue growth and various stages of the disease. Not my kind of show particularly.A little into it he'd hit the wrong button on the slide projector. He fumbled around a bit and finally got it going again. Then it screwed up again and the slides were going back and forth. Then he froze.... Just stood there.... time went on.... Man what is happening?... Finally after what seemed an interminable length of time, one of his cohorts got up and went on stage. He took the controler from the presenter, helped him down to his seat in the front row, then went back up and continued with the presentation but his english was very difficult and chopped. The other guy spoke much better english.I'm sitting there now and really thinking of his shame. "Man, this guy came to America, Is doing his big presentation, and he screws up. I'd just recently finished reading James Clavell's book Shogun and was sensitive about losing face for Japanese people.Again the slideshow was not my thing and I glanced down the row of seats at the guy... and he was drooling. Uh oh, he's in trouble!I jumped up and ran out the door to the restroom, grabbed a handful of towels, ran to the other side of the auditorium and into the door at the front. There was an empty seat next to him where the guy now doing the presentation had been seated, so I slipped into it and put my arm around the man. He was already going stiff. I wiped the drool from his face and within a few moments the show ended and they brought up the lights.The presenter now came rushing down and I said we have to get him to the hospital now. Stat. Of all things, there was a wheel chair over by the door someone had brought, so it was grabbed and we got him into it. Meanwhile someone had gone to get a van and I pushed him out of the theater, up the ramp and into the lobby. The van came screeching to a halt. We got the back doors open and I got in and pulled him in on his back as they helped lift him in. The other presenter came with us plus a woman from the symposium and we headed to the hospital.I held his head and tried to sooth him while I removed his tie and worked to get him out of his suit jacket. He moved his arms to assist me in removing it from his arms. The other doctor wanted to stop by their hotel room for something and asked the driver to go there first. On the way, he went into convulsions with a clenched jaw. I knew he'd drown in his own vomit and started to pry his mouth open with my fingers. I then remembered about people losing fingers this way and took one of his writing pins from his pocket and used it to pry his mouth open and turned him so he could evacuate.The other guy jumped out of the Van and ran inside the hotel. I continued to try soothing him until the other got back. When he did we sped off to the hospital and the other Dr. injected him with something. We drove the 8 blocks to the hospital and pulled up. A couple of interns opened the back doors and just at that point he went into convulsions again. I again turned him on his side so he could breath but had to ask the interns to wait a moment while he was sick so he wouldn't choke.When he stopped, they quickly rushed him in and took him to intensive care.We went into the emergency room. About thirty minutes later the rest of his group came in. The President of the Medical school, Chisto Maruyama M.D., his wife both in their late 80's, and another young doctor about 30 all arrived distressed. I found the M.D. who'd gone with us was Keishirou Fujita. We also had the liaison woman from the center and the driver for the van. We waited.I learned his name was Dr. Yoshii. We all nervously sat or walked while they did an MRI on him. I found out he was the one who spoke English well, the other guy only broken English poorly. After about an hour, The surgeon from the hospital came and told me Dr. Yoshii had a cerebral hemorrhage and would probably die within the next 48 hours. Man. I had to tell his friends. They were all broken up about it. They asked for my help so I went back to the Holiday hotel where they were on the 22nd floor as we had to get a lot of things ready.On the phone I called through the operators to get the call through to Japan and linked to his wife so the others could tell her what had happened. We also had to find out how to get his body home, so I started calling the Japanese consulate in Chicago. I called my wife and told her I wasn't at the symposium any more but an emergency had occurred and would tell her later. I was on the phone all afternoon and most of the evening. Part of it was to Japan airlines who would make the connection in Los Angeles as well as the TWA they were scheduled to fly out on Monday. Next problem, All the travelers checks were in Dr. Yoshii's name as he was the one who spoke English. I got home at 11 PM. and told my wife what had happened. She couldn't believe in a room full of M.D.'s no one else really tried to help.The next day I showed up at the Lobby of the workshop and as I got my packet someone asked, "Are you Mike Leary?" "Yes." "They would like you to go to the hotel as there is a problem." I drove over the to the hotel, went up to their room. and they said Dr. Yoshii had died about an hour before. Now we had a problem to get the body home. I got on the phone and found we had to get a death certificate from the state Capital and as it was now Saturday, state offices were closed. I had to talk with many people working through the system. The Japanese consulate in Chicago said they would get someone down to help. I got a call from JAL (Japan Airlines) saying they would send a representative to town to help with the translations and could I help with picking him up at the airport? Okay.I got Dr. Fujita to go with me to a the funeral home by the airport. So we walk in and I swear it was like Lurch from the Addams family waiting at the door. Creepy guy. I explained what our situation was and found we needed a special casket for air travel as they had to be sealed so they didn't pop open in flight at altitude. So here I am picking out a casket and I'm supposed to be at a health symposium And they wanted cash. Another problem since the money was useless now in the dead mans travelers checks. We got the arrangements set up for them to go to the Hospital to get the body and would come back later to pay for it. I drove to the airport and picked up the JAL representative which made things alot easier with a translator now.We got back to the hotel and it was about time for lunch while a storm was brewing. We went to a nice restaurant nearby and got lunch then the storm hit as we were leaving. We got up to their room facing the south west and we could see the angry sky starting to turn green and black as it boiled. A little while later and the Tornado sirens went off. Now they all started really freaking out. They were used to earthquakes but tornadoes were fantasy disaster stories from movies. I had to keep reassuring them it was going around us and didn't have to worry. All they could see was black and gray green clouds swirling towards their room, high in the sky. Visions of Dorthy in the Wizard of Oz. Oh yeah, WE ARE IN KANSAS.I got back on the phone to get a death certificate. Slow going, I end up calling people at home. We also had to pool all their money as it was hundreds of dollars for the Mortuary. We tried to get Dr. Yoshii's seat on the plane cashed in but the airline wouldn't do it. We also needed everyone to be able to get on a flight Sunday instead of the one Monday now also and the JAL rep was working on that.By that evening they'd scraped up enough for the mortuary so I drove back out and paid the bill. I finally got the death certificate signed by the State to release the body and the JAL rep had gotten clearance so the body wouldn't get stuck on the tarmac in LA. I reassured them I would come the next day and help make sure things went smoothly. I went home about midnight and told Leigh about the days events again.The next day was Sunday and I didn't even bother with going to the symposium. I took Leigh with me as they wanted to meet my gracious wife. We went up to their room and everyone got acquainted, then they took the hotel shuttle and we drove to the airport. Then we found there was a glitch with getting the casket on the plane and they didn't know if they had enough seats.When we went through security, Dr,Maruyama set off the alarms as he had on an old metal truss which was a bit humiliating. But they got through and we all went to the waiting area. I was watching them load the plane and finally saw the casket loaded. Then they called the names and they we all able to board after saying our farewells. They were all so grateful. The young Man gave me his new ultra slim calculator which was a new LCD version back then.Dr.Fujita, Me, Mrs. Maruyama, Women from conference, Dr. MaruyamaEpilogue:The JAL rep was so kind and helpful, I drove up to Kansas City to have a lunch with him a few weeks later.I got wonderful appreciation letters from each of them on the Japanese team for what I did and that Leigh was put out, by my absence. as well as from the Japanese consulate in Chicago.Then the mailman showed up with a surprise. Dr. Maruyama sent Leigh a necklace from the Mikimoto pearls shop in Tokyo. Problem was, we couldn't afford the luxury tax on them at that time. We couldn't send them back as it would be an insult. We had to borrow money to pay for the gift.They are beautiful.I never got a word of appreciation from the symposium for what I did but they did give me credit as if I went all three days to their classes.

This question denotes lack of history and cultural awareness towards Hip-Hop, a genre that has influenced not only the music industry world-wide and the collective, but also at a personal level.Hip-Hop has so many divisions (sub-genre) that one can’t say that all its topics are aimed to destroy the black community like if it was on some COINTELPRO-type shit.In a sense, hip-hop has molded me in some way into the man that I am today. Thanks to conscious lyrics, clever punchlines, terrific wordplay and the beats that sound too appealing to my ears I have found a part of myself. Hip-hop songs have recommended me some great books to read like:I read the Autobiography of Malcolm X, I read Fingerprints of Gods which was all about the Omex, I read Cheik Anta Diop until my eyes dropped, I read Chancellor William’s The Destruction of Black Civilization, I read David Icke’s The Children of the Matrix, within these brick rooms is where my pain sits - (Cyrus Malachi - Black Maria).I also love hearing hip-hop songs that detail how the struggles and the hardships in life are real:Losin my mind one piece at a timeRewind events in my life and I findThe hardships outnumber the good timesStill I stand tall and hold my head high… - (CYNE - First Person).How about lyrics of empowerment towards us melanated folks:The Black diasporaSupreme math into the afterLife, I live it for the masterTruck drivers passed usLike Jeremiah and JasperChildren of Zimbabwe and MadagascarAfrica unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the nightI write, "Freedom ain't far"My North Star's more than a sports carTaught by the ancestors who fought for ourLiberation armyIslam palmed me and calmed meSo the world couldn't blond meLectures by Kwame TureThe ambiance of pan-AfricanismA man after wisdom of the ancientsI paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde WileyBlack and proud, we wildWe wowed the world with Black magnificenceA symphony for the divineAnd we the instruments, Black innocence. - (Common - Black America Again (Remix)).Before the kidnap, chains, rotting in the cabinsYour family tree’s from a root greater than you fathomThere’s real power in that blood the guns are out splashinIt’s real power when the people start to take action (Big Ben)Celebrating our history is not a favourCorrecting the myths that still persist to justify behaviourShowing civilisation before colonisationSome would rather say the pyramids were put by aliensThan accept that a bunch of coons ever taught a thingEver in human history to people with lighter skinDiop set em straight, intelligent debateAt the Cairo Symposium, still they wanna negateWe can’t change a thing, if we don’t wanna faceOur education conditioned us to the myth of raceSo you probably never learned about the Moors in SpainBenin, or Luanda in 1668Lalibela or the Citadel, our truths they hid it wellIf we knew ourselves would so many sit in a cell?When Europe has the influence in African affairsThat Africa has in Europe, we can talk about a world that’s fair (Akala)Every n*gga (Negus) is a star, with infinite potential… - (Apakalypse - Sky High)Or lyrics of songs just to listen when you are chilling or high:I bring the heavens down, because Canibus gets you high in hellI was an inch from being dead but i'm still alive and wellGermaine came to my dreams & showed me worlds beyond the Van Allen BeltHe showed me what would happen after 2012He showed me with Einstein himself… - (Canibus - Spark of Life).Who am I? I am God in the flesh. Subatomic particles, molecules in breath. 528 Hertz frequency is radiating from the left, region of my chest. Daughter of the dust, portal opener (just), jump into oblivion when I say the words trust…me, must be some kind of wonderful to see black spaces, stardust right in front of you. I am barely one of you. Time traveling, rhyme patterns from another view, fluid creations, fluid in equations, moving out of stillness making universal statements. I am water with a vibrating aura, flyest light beam of the highest ranking order. I speak life, full moons at midnight, magic at the altar, pure music hitting rights, quartz crystal, reflections of the spectrum, magnetic force field, two poles of connection, pulses of energy, bionic symmetry, the bond between universes, Ionics synergy. I am planets, dark matter, finite infinity, first mother, back at it, the divine femininity. (Sa-Roc - Sky God).As you can see, these lyrics don’t talk about the topics you mentioned in your question and they are just a small sample. Some sub-genres like Christian Rap, Conscious Rap, Political Rap, Ragga Hip-Hop, Rap Opera, etc never or rarely mention these topics. Maybe you are referring to Gangsta Rap, Trap, etc which have our airwaves kind of saturated with this sub genre of Hip-Hop.