As part of our EMT training, my 28 classmates and I spent 2 days observing and participating at the local ER.  Everyone had different shifts and secretly each person hoped that they would be the person on duty when the most extreme trauma came in.  Maybe it was morbid curiosity, desire for a ‘good learning opportunity’ or the pride of having the ‘gnarliest’  case that fueled this silent competition.  Admittedly, I also hoped that I would see some major trauma or dangerous disease so that I could pick up a few tricks to use in India.  God granted my wish.
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