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       Jace Schook
       By: DisinheritedPrince Date: May 27, 2012, 11:14 pm
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       I have witnessed the miracle of birth, and I have held a newborn
       in my arms as it took its last breath. I have laughed and cried
       with my patients. I have been vomited on. I have been shit on. I
       say a short prayer for every patient who goes into the ER. I no
       longer see blood; I see wounds that need to close. I could
       probably start an IV with my eyes shut. I have fallen through
       two floors of a burning building. I have had to abandon my
       ambulance because of flood waters. I immobilize back and neck
       injuries. I have splint broken bones. I have performed CPR on
       277 people; 112 have lived. I have reasoned with a person
       sitting on a windowsill, threatening to jump. I have intubated
       patients in pitch-black alleys. I continued CPR for ten minutes
       on the first patient I ever lost. I have seen a mother burn to
       death after running back into a burning house to save her child.
       I have seen a body completely devoid of blood as well as any
       wounds. I have joked with a patient who I resuscitated five
       minutes before. I have peeled a steering wheel off a man’s
       chest. I don’t finish many meals. I have seen what a motorcycle
       accident can do to a human head without a helmet. I have held a
       child’s hand while his mother was loaded on a stretcher. I
       shower when I can. I have decompressed a chest filled with air.
       I have cried after getting a call. I have been sued for cracking
       a man’s rib while performing CPR. I have held an elderly woman
       as she cried over her husband’s body. I’ve worked during
       Christmas for the past six years. I have waded through water
       containing dead bodies to get to a crying child. I have seen an
       entire city destroyed, only to watch it come back to life two
       years later. I have seen the absolute worst in humanity. I have
       also seen the best. My name is Jace Schook. I’m a paramedic with
       the River Oaks Hospital in New Orleans, Louisiana.
       Name: Jace Schook
       Age: 26
       Birthdate: August 18, 1986
       Hometown: Morris, Minnesota
       Height: 6’0
       Build: Average
       Hair: Brown
       Eyes: Hazel
       Occupation: Paramedic
       Religion: Catholic
       Likes: Compassion, pranks, laughter, conversations with the
       elderly
       Dislikes: Inconsideration, cowardice, hatred
       In Morris, Minnesota, Jace was adopted at age two by his aunt
       (Janice) and uncle (Richard) after his parents’ mysterious
       death. As the younger of two boys, though never unloved by his
       adoptive family, he was always overshadowed by his older
       brother, Aaron, who excelled at everything he did. At age 14, he
       took an accounting job with his cousin’s small mining company.
       While a senior in high school, his uncle suffered a massive
       heart attack, leaving him to take care of his aunt while Aaron
       was away at college. Feeling spurned by his infirm childhood, he
       left the small town in the face of his cousin’s early political
       career, hoping to find a life outside of his cousin's shadow.
       After buying a bus ticket literally at random, he landed in
       Dallas, TX, June of 2003. He had always loved helping people and
       being inspired by his uncle’s medical career, took classes and
       eventually became an EMS with Parkland Hospital, becoming a
       paramedic a year-and-a-half later. When Katrina hit in 2005,
       Jace answered the call for any and all who were willing to help
       in the catastrophe. He helped in the aid of many who would have
       lost their lives in the face of the disaster, and decided to
       stay once things returned to normal (never feeling like his job
       was truly completed in New Orleans). Since then, he has
       reconnected with his family, even in the wake of his cousin
       becoming the youngest member of the U.S. House of
       Representatives.
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