The second involved a teenage girl walking across a busy interstate type rode. She was hit, run over by several cars and dragged down the rode before the car was stopped.
I won’t say much about that, aside from it was the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen in my life and even though there absolutely was no hope, we worked her all the way to the hospital. We were there when her parents arrived at the hospital. I will never forget the sound her mother made when she saw her daughter.
I’m wiping tears away as I’m writing this.
The third was actually the final call that I was on before putting that part of my life behind me. It involved a little girl, about five years old. She was playing in her front yard when a drunk driver went off the road, through the front yard and ran her down, before fleeing the scene.
I remember almost being able to make out the license plate because her whole torso was a giant bruise in the shape of the front bumper of the truck.
That was the last call I can remember being on before I just couldn’t do it anymore.
I know that’s a lot to process but this shit is kinda just flowing out of me right now…
Anyway, aside from depression, PTSD was brought up once again.
I’m really tired and emotionally spent. I wanted to share this before going to sleep because it will likely help me to sleep, as well as give you a bit more insight into me.