I've namechanged, as this might be identifying.
A little under two years ago, we lost beloved mum very suddenly. Before the ambulance came, two lovely first responders came to the house to help. There wasn't actually much that they could do for my mum, but they really helped the rest of us just by being there, and by being so lovely.
First responders are trained volunteers who help to provide emergency assistance while patients are waiting for an ambulance to get there. On the day her adored grandma died, my dd said that she wanted to train to become a first responder herself, so that something positive might come out of that awful day.
She has now completed her first responder training and she will be going out on her first shift very soon. She understands that she may or may not have the opportunity to save someone's life, but even if she can't, she knows that she might at least be able to bring a little comfort and reassurance to a family who are dealing with a traumatic event.
I'm so bloody proud of her. And I know my mum would be too.