>>43815100His heart was racing, palms were sweaty,
The day he started his job as an EMT,
A calling he felt, a duty to serve,
To help those in need, with every nerve.
But on his first day, the pressure was high,
As he rushed to the scene, of a cardiac guy,
The adrenaline pumped, as he sprang into action,
His training took over, without distraction.
And then he heard it, the moment of truth,
As he charged up the pads, on the patient's chest so smooth,
He yelled "Clear!", with all his might,
As he hoped to restore, the patient's light.
The shock went through, the patient's frame,
The EMT waited, as the machine proclaimed,
He checked the pulse, to his relief,
The heart was beating, without any grief.
And so it went, on his first day,
A whirlwind of action, that didn't delay,
He yelled "Clear!" many times, with grace,
As he helped save lives, in this new place.
Though his heart was pounding, he knew what to do,
And as he helped others, he felt renewed,
For he had found his calling, without a doubt,
And he would continue to yell "Clear!", without any clout.
