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While I worked on the Rescue Squad in Richmond, VA, I saw quite a few people die. None of those really stick with me though... perhaps it was because I was prepared for those situations or maybe it was because there were always another two people on the squad, experiencing the same things and we were able to discuss these things and put them behind us.
The death that still bothers me is one that happened about 8 years ago... a head on collision in front of my house. I ran out to help and the lady in one of the vehicles was horribly maimed... her family couldn't even identify her, other than a birthmark on one of her feet. Before I even got to the car, I could smell death and already knew what the outcome would be, however it still didn't prepare me for the vision that remains burned in my mind. As I looked at her with sadness, I could see... and feel the life leaving her body... while I touched my own stomach, feeling the life that I then carried inside. Everytime I hear screeching tires and/or a boom... her image pops in my mind and I try to prepare myself for the worst. Fortunately, the wrecks that have occured in my vicinity since then haven't claimed any lives.
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