Okay, so I seriously could not make this shit up if I tried.  I am officially calling March 9th (conveniently the day after my anniversary), Hero Day – and here’s why.

First off, I wake up an hour late this morning.  All the clocks in the house were set for the Daylight Savings Bullshit switch…except the one that really mattered: the alarm clock.  So I wake up an hour late and get on the road an hour late.  As I’m driving in to work, the weather, which started off as rain, turns to snow.  I continue driving north, and it turns to sleet.  Nobody is driving any slower than they were in the rain.  Approximately 15 minutes south of work, I spot two cars in the ditch next across from one another.  I slow down and as I approach, I realized that one of the cars was messed up – I mean royally messed up.  So, I stop.  Turns out this lady lost control of her car, and rolled her car over 5 times before stopping.  So I’m there for a good hour an a half, nearly 45 minutes treating the lady myself before the ambulance arrives.

Then, later tonight, while I’m on my way home, I stop by Staples to get some packing supplies for the move.  All is fine and day until I leave and spot a group of people crowded around a woman lying in the parking lot.  I get in my car, drive over, and immediately try to find out what’s going on.  Nobody knows the lady, and nobody really knows what’s going on.  I go to check for a pulse – guess what, I got none.  So, not even 12 hours after the fact, I’m rolled up on another EMS situation.  Time to start CPR.  I was able to get the woman back around enough to gasp for air, and continue breathing for 5 seconds or so, before she goes out again.  Luckily, the ambulance rolls up at that time, and they bring out the defib.

Long story short, watch out Western New York – on March 9th, this man is out to roll up when you need help the most and lend a hand.  So, from here on out, March 9th is officially Hero Day in my book.