Serious as a...

Some poor bastard had a heart attack last night while I was working. His kid called down to the front desk, couldn't figure out how to get the phone to dial out. Pandemonium. Guy is moaning and rolling around. Kid is about to cry. I was amazingly calm. And not just a show. Really just calm. Adopted the soothing settle-the-fuck down voice. Called 911. Paramedics came. (This is completely inappropriate, but EMT boy was seriously hot. Seriously.) So the guy rolls out in the ambulance. My heart rate is probably sitting right around 65-70. Glass half full would be: perhaps, since you are planning to be a nurse and all, situations like that having no effect on you probably a good thing. But, hey, I'm a glass half empty kinda girl. So struck me that this guy could have died and I would have been completely unphased. How is that for human compassion? Am thinking that I could rent out the black hole in the middle of my chest (you know, where my heart would be...if I had one) as storage space. Could be a lucrative gimmick. Think?