Resuscitation: Nuremberg

This is not a story of heroism.

Danse Macabre by Michael Wolgemutin

People stop you and thank you for the work you do, they tell you that you are a hero, that you save lives, how you are doing God’s work and that what you do is just and right and good. You politely shake their hand and tell them you are just doing your job. Some days you can barely stop yourself from telling them that you are a god damn fraud.

Once, you believed the world to be black and white; assured that you would be able to decipher right from wrong.  You were more idealistic then, perhaps even naïve; you thought saving people from death would always be the right thing to do.

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