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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.
🚑 The call came in like any other — a house fire with people trapped. By the time we arrived, flames were already chewing through the roof. Neighbors screamed, smoke poured into the street, and in the chaos a mother came running out barefoot, clutching two children against her chest. She was burned, bleeding, sobbing… but alive.
And then she collapsed in the yard. Because she had three children. And only two made it out.
That’s the kind of moment that doesn’t fade. The kind that claws its way into your memory and refuses to leave. Not because of what you did — but because of what you couldn’t.
We don’t talk enough about those calls. The ones where survival isn’t possible. The ones that leave you standing in turnout gear, smelling like smoke, staring at the family you couldn’t make whole. Those are the scars that don’t show up on skin, but they follow you through every shift after.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Graphic EMS content, pediatric death, fire trauma, and mental health. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
🧠 Need support?
💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
📬 Want to share your story?
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.
🚑 The call came in like any other — a house fire with people trapped. By the time we arrived, flames were already chewing through the roof. Neighbors screamed, smoke poured into the street, and in the chaos a mother came running out barefoot, clutching two children against her chest. She was burned, bleeding, sobbing… but alive.
And then she collapsed in the yard. Because she had three children. And only two made it out.
That’s the kind of moment that doesn’t fade. The kind that claws its way into your memory and refuses to leave. Not because of what you did — but because of what you couldn’t.
We don’t talk enough about those calls. The ones where survival isn’t possible. The ones that leave you standing in turnout gear, smelling like smoke, staring at the family you couldn’t make whole. Those are the scars that don’t show up on skin, but they follow you through every shift after.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Graphic EMS content, pediatric death, fire trauma, and mental health. Listener discretion advised.
Why It Matters:
🧠 Need support?
💬 “I’d rather hear your story than read your eulogy.”
📬 Want to share your story?