today i found myself in a conversation that made me instantly question why i do what i do when i was asked, "how much do you make?" at the time i was asked i did not have an answer and knew my response would probably be cliché so i chose not to answer. after the conversation was over i found myself questioning the same thing and realized there are no numbers to answer that question. there is nothing in writing to explain how much i make but there are multiple things i do know even when it seems like the proof is not there. i know i can make holding your hand the most important thing in the world when you are alone & scared. i can help your loved one survive a heart attack, the nastiest car accident, a stroke, & anything else you can think of. i can make your child breath again when he/she stops breathing for unknown reasons. i can make myself get up at 5am to make sure your loved one is taken care of during the worst day of his/her life. i work 12+ hours a day to save the lives of tota...