Some of you may know that I'm a member of our underwater rescue team. You may have read my little story about being called out first thing in the morning because of a truck that was found in a local pond.
Well, we just got called out again.
It was 11:20 PM EST, and it's snowing like crazy here. The roads are all icy. Apparently a car went off the road into a pond. Sounds a lot like last time. The only difference this time is that it was confirmed that the driver was still in the car.
I was sitting here, on the computer, and I had just finished posting to Interact. My girlfriend was sleeping in the other room, something I should be doing since we need to be up at 5AM.
The pager goes off, and I jump up, run to it, and listen. It's so staticky that I can't make out what's being said. So I run into the bedroom to see if the other pager is any clearer.
Other pager? Yeah... my girlfriend is now a member of the team as well. She joined about 7 months ago.
Anyway, back to the other pager. The other pager isn't making a sound at all. And before I can really determine what's being said on the one that is making sound, the transmission stops.
I stood there in stunned silence, not quite knowing what to do. My girlfriend is only a quarter awake and more than a little irritated that I'm standing there with the light on. She still has no idea what's going on.
"You might want to get dressed," I said to her. I could tell she still had no idea what I was doing. Just then, the pager went off again. They use two seperate towers, so that they can broaden the range of the broadcast. The first one they used is obviously a little out of our range. The second one is clear as a bell.
We both start throwing clothes on. (when did this narrative switch to the present tense? my english teacher would be ashamed of me) It's then that I realize that a good portion of my gear isn't in my Jeep where it belongs. It's scattered about the apartment, still drying from my last dive. Bad timing, I guess. I also realize that my girlfriend's car is blocking mine, so I send her down to move it while I hurriedly collect my gear. In the process I knock a shelf off the bracket in the closet and it comes crashing to the floor, no doubt waking up my landlord who lives right below me. No matter, he's a nice guy and I'm sure he'll understand.
I grab my stuff and throw it into the Jeep. I quickly scrape the ice off my windshield, jump in, and take off as quickly as I dare on these icy roads. The same conditions that put that guy (or girl) into the water are the same conditions that could get his or her would-be rescuers in trouble as well. But that's what they make 4-wheel drive for, right? Well, not really, but it will have to do.
So we're driving as fast as we can, and all I can think about is that I'm sure I've forgotten something. See, this is why all this stuff should be packed ahead of time, when you have a clearer mind. Luckily, I know that there are team members who live a lot closer to the accident than we do. We're probably 40 minutes away from my estimates. Hopefully this thing will be all over before we even get there.
As it turns out, it was over before
any of us got there. I still don't know what happened, but probably whomever it was either got out on their own, or was rescued by the fire department that no doubt beat us there. The lakes and ponds aren't terribly deep around the edges, so I doubt the person's head was even underwater.
Gratefully, and maybe with just a tiny tiny bit of disappointment - after all, I've been on the team for over two years now and I've never been on a real rescue call - that sort of thing starts to eat at you after a while - we turned around and headed for home.
So why am I telling you all this? Surely there are others out there that handle situations like this almost daily, and reading my little tale must be kind of boring, or even invoke a reaction of "So?"
But I'm wound right now. And I'm hoping that writing about it will calm me down enough. After all, I still have to go to sleep, and I still have to be up at 5AM.