My 1st Post

We transport many different people in my line of work. We transport the old, young, sick, not so sick, psychotic (I mean crazy), comatose, and the list goes on. On occasion we have instances that one cannot afford forget. It gets you thinking in a wide range of ways. It makes you appreciate, laugh, cry, and sometimes just flat out angry.
"Don't let the turkeys get you down...," she said to me as my head was down focusing on the paperwork I was rapidly completing. She struggled to catch her breath as she spoke. One of many struggles that seemed to have worn this fragile old women so that it was apparent on her face. "What was that?" I replied. "Turkeys are not the smartest creatures on the planet." she said. "When the rain falls they raise their head curious to what it is falling from the sky. Their curiosity and stupidity so great that it results in their eventual death. As the rain pours it flows onto their raised heads and down their throat into their lungs. " She then continued to explain how unintelligent these birds must be to cause their own death by a simple raise of the head. "Don't let those idiotic type of people get you down in your life, what they say, what they do, etc.," she said. I haven't been able to forget that. How negatively do those type of people affect our lives? Do we let them in so far that they make our lives miserable? Watch out for those turkeys I suppose...
On a brighter note... what is the percentage of people that can really whale on a harmonica? I can only think of a few musicians, my grandpa, and a man that was in the back of the ambulance for about 20 minutes. We found him in a local ER needing to be transported to a local psychiatric facility. Our first contact with the man was rather pleasant, he didn't plan on causing problems and was looking forward to the trip. To his dismay, as we loaded him up, I didn't have any Sex Pistols on my iPod to play for him. He brushed it off and proceeded to pull out his harmonica, "who needs a radio?" he must have been thinking (thanks Lloyd). The next 10 minutes of driving was accompanied with an amazing show of harmonic excellence. Weather or not he had 'all the chickens in the barn," or not he could play a mean harmonica. Sadly enough the show had to end and we needed to send him off. A good man, well behaved, mostly crazy, and a great musician... why shouldn't he play the harmonica. As we said good bye he pulled his fake teeth and apologized that his dentures impeded his playing ability. It's just fine sir. I think we all have an idea of that one person who strangely enough knows how to play the harmonica, and this is mine.