Sometimes the calls find you.

Yesterday was an average day. From the time our shift started we only saw our station for about ten minutes till 11 at night. It wasn't that we ran a lot of calls, it was that they were spaced out juuuuuuuuuuust right. We had to take the truck to the shop to get a piece of equipment fixed, and just generally had a great, busy day. We were on our way to the hospital with a little old lady who had fallen, wasn't injured but did take blood thinners and wanted to err on the side of caution, when I felt my partner driving slam on the brakes. The back of the ambulance swerved a tad as we decelerated, and I heard a lot of gravel pelt the truck. We were enveloped in a cloud of dust and as I looked out the side window, I see a U-haul trailer rolling repeatedly into the kudzu on the side of the interstate.

My partner stopped to make sure that nobody was dying. The driver said he wasn't sure what happened, that the trailer might have disconnected. His SUV rolled a few times and landed on it's passenger side, facing oncoming traffic. The U-haul trailer landed on top of his vehicle, perpendicular to it. A bystander pulled the shattered windshield off the frame of the vehicle and the driver climbed out. We had reported the wreck as it happened in front of us, and it took the local police fire and EMS no time at all to get there.