I recieved this poem a while ago by email. I don't know who wrote it, or where it came from. Let me know what you think.

To The One I Love

I became involved in emergency service work because there is a need for people to help others who are in trouble. Sometimes there are calls I respond to however, that are difficult to talk about- even with the person you love and trust most in the world,

Please accept that.

There are, at times, experiences I suffer which hurt me very deeply and I might bring my suffering home. Sometimes my feelings bother me so much that I can't even talk about them. Maybe it's because I don't want you to even imagine what I've suffered, or maybe it's because I'm afraid you won't fully understand the depth of my feelings. During these times, I'll become moody or irritable and I may not seem to care about your feelings or problems,

Please accept that.

You love me for who and what I am. I choose to do what I do because it is so very important to me and to those I help, and although it is sometimes very difficult and maybe even dangerous, I love doing what I do and I do it well. In short, I'm proud of what I am and I hope that you are proud of me,

Please accept that.

There are times though when I feel that I didn't do enough. So many people out there depend upon me. There are times I get frustrated and angry at my co-workers, myself, and the victim of the tragedy. There are times that the horrors I have to deal with become overwhelming. That is when I have to sort things out by myself or with others who were there with me,

Please accept that.

So, please, if I have a really bad call and just can't talk, it isn't because I don't love and care for you. It is not because I doubt your love and concern for me. I'm just not ready to open up. When this happens, don't try to understand... just accept the fact that I am hurting and that I'll talk to you when I can

I promise.