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Dispatched & Dysfunctional – Because sometimes the worst calls make the best stories.
Welcome to Dispatched & Dysfunctional — where the darkest moments become stories of resilience. These aren’t polished hero tales. They’re the raw, unfiltered truths of EMS: the calls that scar, the ones that save, and the ones we carry forever.
🚑 On my very first EMT ride-along, I expected the basics — maybe a lift assist, maybe a transport, something easy to ease me into the field. Instead, I was dispatched to a presumed death at a Ronald McDonald House.
Inside the room, the silence said more than anyone could. A young mother sat in a rocking chair, holding her three-month-old baby. The father stood close by, one hand on her shoulder, frozen in the kind of grief that robs words from a room. My job wasn’t to save. It was to carry. To take their child from her arms and place her into ours.
That was my first real call. Not lights, not adrenaline — but a weight I’ve carried ever since.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Pediatric death, grief, and graphic emotional content. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
Because EMS isn’t just trauma and broken bones. It’s the quiet rooms, the whispered goodbyes, the thousand tiny funerals no one outside this job ever sees. It’s learning too early that grief doesn’t stay at the scene — it follows us home. Talking about it doesn’t make us weak. It makes us human. And sometimes, talking is the only thing that keeps us alive.
🧠 Need support?
Text or call 988 or visit 988lifeline.org
💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
📬 Want to share your story?
Visit critical-run.com or message us on Facebook: Dispatched and Dysfunctional
By Chris StocktonDispatched & Dysfunctional – Because sometimes the worst calls make the best stories.
Welcome to Dispatched & Dysfunctional — where the darkest moments become stories of resilience. These aren’t polished hero tales. They’re the raw, unfiltered truths of EMS: the calls that scar, the ones that save, and the ones we carry forever.
🚑 On my very first EMT ride-along, I expected the basics — maybe a lift assist, maybe a transport, something easy to ease me into the field. Instead, I was dispatched to a presumed death at a Ronald McDonald House.
Inside the room, the silence said more than anyone could. A young mother sat in a rocking chair, holding her three-month-old baby. The father stood close by, one hand on her shoulder, frozen in the kind of grief that robs words from a room. My job wasn’t to save. It was to carry. To take their child from her arms and place her into ours.
That was my first real call. Not lights, not adrenaline — but a weight I’ve carried ever since.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Pediatric death, grief, and graphic emotional content. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
Because EMS isn’t just trauma and broken bones. It’s the quiet rooms, the whispered goodbyes, the thousand tiny funerals no one outside this job ever sees. It’s learning too early that grief doesn’t stay at the scene — it follows us home. Talking about it doesn’t make us weak. It makes us human. And sometimes, talking is the only thing that keeps us alive.
🧠 Need support?
Text or call 988 or visit 988lifeline.org
💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
📬 Want to share your story?
Visit critical-run.com or message us on Facebook: Dispatched and Dysfunctional