Damn, this guy’s got… one, two, three… My fingers follow the progression of bullet holes I have found… four, five,… six,… seven holes in him. Who’d he piss off? I look up. The guy’s eyes are wide with fright; his mouth gasps for air. He rocks back and forth against the belts holding him. Something isn’t right. This guy’s breathing problems are slowing me down. I keep looking for an IV while, in my head, I run through the problem like two guys screaming at each other. His lungs are clear. The air is getting to the lungs. Why can’t he breathe? He took two bullets to the chest. His lungs are hit. But, I heard air all over. They haven’t collapsed. Why isn’t that enough? He’s still got a good pulse at the wrist so his blood pressure is still good. He’s still got enough blood. His pulse is fast. He is bleeding inside like a burst dam. … My Other Car Is An Ambulance brings the reader inside the often-closed world of the emergency ambulance where exhaustion, desperation, fall off the chair humor, caring, and excitement are everyday norms. Ride along as I work frantically on the shooting victim whose red, silken ribbon of life slides through my fingers. Join us — my partner; the Deaf mom; the nerve-wracked, bouncing dad; and I — in forty square feet of space, the back of my ambulance, as I deliver a baby. Try to stay awake at three in the morning with me carrying a forty pound bag up filthy, rickety stairs to discover an abortion in the communal shower. Laugh over the drunk patient, having chest pain and threatening to pummel me, as he helps dig out the ambulance I buried in the gravel. Save a child from one fire and pronounce the death of four children at another fire. I see it all, because I am a paramedic, and these are the calls populating my days and nights. The public clamors for police dramas and firefighter stories while the more personal story of the paramedic has not often been told. This book, covering thirty-eight years, and counting, of 911 work, reveals a daily life that is not all trauma and gore. It’s just me trying to hold on to my own sanity while caring enough to look a little deeper and continually reaching out to those who have no one else. Scott Eberhart continues to work in emergency services after 38 years. He grew up in the private ambulance world, moved to the fire department, has worked on fire engines and trucks, and now finds the highest 911 users to make change and bring a smile. Scott is also lucky to have a wife and children who support and encourage his music habit. Scott's goal is to be found in a coffee shop, in the corner, playing saxophone.