Paul Hess did not write this book to impress anyone. He wrote it because the stories were still there, and because nobody else was telling them.

This memoir takes you through a career on the streets of Toronto, one call at a time. A baby pulled from a bathtub. A man pinned to a wall by his own car. A woman with a knife who only needed someone to sit with her. A wedding, a whiteout, a stolen roll of toilet paper that somehow became a management meeting.

Paul writes in short, plain scenes with a voice that feels like a real conversation. He is funny when he can be and quiet when he needs to be. He never pretends to be a hero.

What holds it all together is his idea of the bubble. We all live in one. This book opens his up and invites you inside.