My sacrifice is small compared to some, it seems but each day I sacrifice a part of me Some days it is returned when I leave on others they take it away from me Each day I park my emotions at the door and enter a realm few want to explore Let me take you into my world so you can see what a day in the life of a 911 dispatcher can be I need five hands to answer phones for typing and the radio's alone One to grab coffee while it's still warm as all tasks, simutaneously, must be preformed My skin has to be tough to withstand when barbs from growling officers land or jabs from complaining citizens often make me re-assess, where I am A dispatcher needs five sets of ears for telephones, radios, and alarms to hear for intercoms and officers who need to know all information my screens can show Along with the ears you need a brain capable of remembering everything all local and ten codes; the elements of crimes phonetic alphabets and what to say each time What questions to ask for every call hundreds of voices, with emergencies one and all You must make a decision in a minute or less and send appropriate units to meet the test, while talking on the radio to other emergencies as you try to handle everyone's needs You need an abundance of patience to be able to handle all the emotions you see Your heart must never break when answering some of the calls you take from a mother who's child just passed away or a rape victium, who is afraid to stay There is the suicidal person you don't want to loose and frighten children you need to soothe The little old lonely lady who just wants some time to hear a caring vioce, at the end of the line As a dispatcher I am invisible, you see except in emergencies....when you really need me
Carole, I can visualize a place of frenetic activity -- with a lone soul to answer to the needs of dozens at one time -- a place where emotions must at least be held in abeyance or take a toll that could not be coped with -- yours was a noble cause -- to reach out and rescue lives on the edge -- an unsung hero of consequential dimension -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Anyone who does your job deserves all the accolades they get, and yes a medal too and more pay than the atheletes,musicians, and movie stars get, if there were any justice! superb write!
yes my friend
I know all too well
what a day at 911 can be,
I used to be, at the other end
dispatched to unknown situations,
unknown what is waiting around a corner
very stressful inhdeed.
Dispatchers had all my respect and some
they were my back ups.
Dear Carole,
You deserve a medal for doing your job. How much recognition do those people behind the scenes actually get? You are the real heroes. The poem is exceptionally well written and the final line is one that will linger:
"As a dispatcher I am invisible, you see
except in emergencies....when you really need me"
You are no longer invisible Carole. You are seen and heard...loud and clear!
Lovely work!
Chanti
Carole, first of all I want to express genuine gratitude for the job you do every day. If I could I would give you and all those who do your job better tools, more help, an extra vacation day or two and a huge pay raise. Your poem is so effective because it takes us into the everyday demands you face. Thank you for your sacrifice, which is anything but small, and take care of yourself when you're off the clock. Dawn
Great image! "Dispatchers Are Invisible" is a very well-executed write ... Bravo on baring your emotions - sensational!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I know all too well
what a day at 911 can be,
I used to be, at the other end
dispatched to unknown situations,
unknown what is waiting around a corner
very stressful inhdeed.
Dispatchers had all my respect and some
they were my back ups.
William .....Peace & love
You deserve a medal for doing your job. How much recognition do those people behind the scenes actually get? You are the real heroes. The poem is exceptionally well written and the final line is one that will linger:
"As a dispatcher I am invisible, you see
except in emergencies....when you really need me"
You are no longer invisible Carole. You are seen and heard...loud and clear!
Lovely work!
Chanti