Living in Mexico - Emergency Services

I was in a bus with my wife heading back towatched them train as hard as anywhere in
Guanajuato from Texas. We had visited myAmerica. They do it, not for money, but for the
childhood friend Mark. My wife had fallen asleep. Ilove of saving their fellow Guanajuatenses in the
took up a conversation with a Mexican heading toevent of a fire or medical emergency. I find that
Mexico City. When he learned we lived ininspiring.
Guanajuato he said something I found mostOnce, perched high on an oxygen depriving
curious, "You must be taking your chances living incallejon, sitting on stoop outside a small house,
Guanajuato."was an equally small, frail, and almost dead old
Not knowing what he meant I requested anwoman. She was having some sort of heart
explanation. He informed me that all theevent. The paramedics were called.
emergency services, except the police, were allWhen they responded they had to leave their
volunteer. The fire and paramedic rescue workersambulance at the bottom of the mountain and run
were all under the auspices of the Red Cross. Iup its side taking two cement steps at a time.
was taken aback. I had no idea. We had not livedThey carried equipment, stretcher, and
here, at the time, for more than a few months.themselves up the side of this mountain like they
He was correct. All of the emergency services,were supermen. They ministered to this old lady;
save the police, are Red Cross volunteers.loaded her on the stretcher and within seconds
I would not have thought it.had her stabilized. They carried her to the waiting
Their facilities are top notch. The vehicles look topambulance.
of the line. The equipment looked just like whatI wanted to find the guy in the bus and say,
you would see in the States. The firemen and"We aren't taking our chances at all. We have
paramedics looked tough as nails and I hadSupermen and Wonder Women watching over us!