A Priest on the Front Line
An 'honest-to-goodness' Episcopal minister encounters survivors who won't take 'It'll all be okay' for an answer.
BY: Rev. Lloyd Prator
There was an air of unreality about everything that was happening, the unreality manifested in the way that we accepted and seemed resigned to the most improbable and awful things. I met many of the ambulances as they delivered their patients to the hospital, and usually gave a blessing and
It is certainly important that triage procedures relay clinically accurate information along the patient care chain so that proper care can be given immediately. But the crisp, clinical assessment seems, somehow, to mask the reality of what has happened. An ambulance door swings open, and a woman barks "Gurney!" The next EMS technician snaps, "Patient struck in upper abdomen with heavy object!" I look at the patient gasping for breath, straining against probable broken ribs and covered with a dense layer of fine, grey dust. Struck by a heavy object, indeed. He was struck by a building. He was struck by an airplane. He was struck by international terrorists. He was struck by hate. Those are some very heavy objects.