While I do not miss the 4am wakeups to haul some banker out of Jackson Hole to foreclose on a property across the state, I do miss the air ambulance flying. One of my flight nurse friends posted this on his facebook page today:
"If you were to ask me what was the most memorable experience I've had as a nurse I would say it was the day I went toe to toe with a neonate a few hours old, just as we climbed out of the clouds... Pure love."
There was another kind of pure love on these flights. We lost some patients. Giving everything you have while a stranger dies is as pure as it gets.