The call came in as an ill person, which in an Emergency workers eyes can mean almost anything! It can range from an actual ill person, to a multiple shooting, and NO I AM NOT KIDDING!!!…….. …My partner Tim walked to the front door, saying “Fire dept” loudly over and over again, in an effort to get someone’s attention. No answer, we walked to the door, Tim knocked on the front door with the flashlight,…he shined his light in the front window…. A guttural scream is one that comes from your feet and works its way up to your mouth, all the while gathering momentum and strength……. Tim’s scream caught me by surprise, I did not see the mans face in the window until I was on my way down from apparently trying to jump to the roof of the house to get away from the danger that Tim had obviously faced…From my point of view, I was about to be killed by a madman with an AXE! After, peeling parts of the side of the building off with my fingers and shoes, in my effort to avoid death. I came back to rest on the front porch… I looked and the disfigured man in the window…. His ears were gone, eyelids rebuilt… She was really weak and exhausted, the tables were now turned, and he now was her caretaker, …….. this Son was going to take care of his Mom, no nursing home for her. They would take care of each other until death claimed one of them!