My sister is a paramedic. Night shift. Got called to an overdose. Young woman. Heroin. Third time this month. Other paramedics were frustrated. “Waste of time. She’ll just do it again.” My sister worked on her anyway. Narcan. Revival. Hospital. Woman woke up angry. “Why did you save me? Let me die.” My sister said “Because you’re alive. That means something.” Woman was admitted. Psych hold. My sister visited. Every day. Off shift. Just sat with her. Woman asked why.