Have you ever had a strong feeling of destiny? Not a wacked out deja vu day dream sort of feeling.
I'm talking about a sense of purpose.

Ever since I was a child, I always believed I was going to help others, be a celebrity of some sort, to be involved with politics or a politician and to lead by example. It's not something I've doubted. It's just what I'm meant to do.

This entire weekend has been a testament to my eternal sense of purpose. Beginning with my audition tape filming, to my passion towards global politics (started researching the politics of Zimbabwe for an upcoming article), and tonight, yet again, I was first on scene for a first aid emergency.

While relaxing over Coney Fries at a local Firkin, waiting to go and see my friend Paul's band Amber Room play at Neutral, I look out the window and notice a man walk, shake, stumble then have a siezure propelling him face first into the pavement.

Grabbing my things I run out the door.

I have to go.

Not only am I a First Aid Instructor, I need to make sure he's taken care of for my own well being.

With an arrogant med sci student and a masochistic "paramedic" errors were committed right left and centre. Each one making a point to assert their "qualifications" more readily then they were able to observe the basic rules of delivering effective first aid assistance.

Immediately, I was pushed aside by these lofty men keen on taking command. I was unwilling to endanger my own health by covering my hands in the man's blood by engaging in needless - and potentially endangering - advanced first aid skills. It put me in a disadvantage, established a barrier and prevented the casulty from acquiring efficient first aid treatment.

I was starting to get irate. They were moving the man's head (he may have a spinal injury), they were needlessly opening his airway (his head was to the side, he was breathing), they were preventing me from checking for a medic-alert bracelet, they were forcing assistance on him when he came to.

My friend Brady arrived, covered me with his jacket and was trying to pull me away. I wanted to try and calm the situation down, that is what I'm good at. Acting quickly and efficiently under pressure and assisting others is my gift.

Brady was right, the best thing I could do was to stand back. The errors were beyond my control to repair. And, I was not about to contract HIV in the process of trying to convince others that I am qualified to assist. I'm not just a women!

At the end of the day, it's not who is the hero.

It's who saved a life.