Stretcher Quotes

“I walked through the doorway and into the hall with Mrs. Taylor loaded on my stretcher. I was flanked on either side by the nursing staff. They stood in silence, honoring Mrs. Taylor. I felt honored, too. Because it wasn’t just Mrs. Taylor that they were acknowledging; in an indirect way, they were acknowledging me. They were acknowledging my work and my profession in a profoundly special way. I was at the end of a fourteen-hour day, but I felt rejuvenated. I didn’t feel like I needed to be hidden. I didn’t feel invisible.”
― Caleb Wilde, Confessions of a Funeral Director: How the Business of Death Saved My Life

“I walked to the garage and pulled out our late ’90s Buick conversion wagon, put our stretcher in the back, and grabbed some latex gloves and protective wear, remembering back to a couple months ago when I pulled another person who had overdosed out of a third-floor hotel room. That hotel didn’t have an elevator, so my dad and I shouldered the loaded stretcher down the stairs, and due to the tight quarters of the hotel and the way the guy died, we took a huge risk and lugged the dead man headfirst down the stairs, prompting him to discharge the contents of his stomach all over my clothing, an experience I vowed would never be repeated.”
― Caleb Wilde, Confessions of a Funeral Director: How the Business of Death Saved My Life

“You can make an appointment with a bad doctor only on a stretcher.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov