This Blog Post was originally published on the platform "writelier" (formerly "co-writers" and "200wordsaday"). Sadly the blogging platform was discontinued. I downloaded all my blog posts and prepared them to be republish them here.
Recently @brandonwilson asked me how my relationship to death changed since I have become a paramedic.
As I answered him it isn't really easy to answer.
I am a paramedic since 2015. Only three or four people were declared dead while I was there to help and reanimate.
The first two I can remember as it seems like it was yesterday. After them my memory on the following deaths gets blurry. I know I reanimated at least another person, but I can't tell when or who it was.
But how did it change my relationship with death? Well, my cousin died a few years ago. He was only in his early thirties.
I think that changed my mind on death more than the few people I have reanimated as the reanimated one were at least above 50. I know, 50 isn't "old" today, but at least you should have done some things you would like to do in your life.
As I have written, I am thinking about cryonics. I don't fear my death, but a really bad accident last week, killing three guys at the age of 18 and 17 made me realize that our time on earth is limited yet again.
How did it change me? I am thinking about every day as a gift and not something that's self-evident. Sure, I don't think every day in such a day, but I try to think most of the time of it and live my days off it.
Sure, most people say short-circuit decisions aren't the best decisions you can make, but I never really regretted one. And why not have fun for a few hours if it could be the last time?