“One afternoon in 1997, a gregarious American paramedic was practicing his Spanish language skills in a bar in Copån Ruinas, Honduras, when an urgent plea for help filtered through the door. "There's a kid hurt," recalled Rodger Harrison. "They thought I was a doctor. There was not a doctor in town who would treat the poor people, so I got involved."

“When emergencies are your everyday concern, perspective sometimes gets skewed. After a while, it's easy to imagine that every heartbeat is just waiting to wobble… Yet somehow, the hearts in your service area take the licking of daily life and keep on ticking. And when they don't, you get the call.”