I grew up with my dad being a firefighter/medic and always knew that one day I wanted to follow in his footsteps, even though he really didn’t want me to. When he suggested I take an EMT class I was incredibly excited, it was what I had always wanted to do but was to scared to bring it up.
I was three days out of my EMT this past January when I was the sole witness to an accident. It was almost midnight, I was walking home from the school library when I watched that car run that red light and hit you on your motorcycle. You were 22, the same age as me.
The driver of the other car ran from the scene. Another car had stopped by then and I called for them to call 911. I did all I could. It wasn’t enough. You were hurt too bad. To this day I still think of you. I often wonder what I could have done differently or if there was anything I even could have done. I resorted back to my classroom training and did everything I could think of but dangit, I couldn’t save you.
You had passed before they could get you to the hospital. I often think about you and what you would be today. You were a senior at the same school I went to and would have been graduating in May. It’s been a few months since this and I have acted as an EMT on my wildland fire crew this past summer. Nobody knows I was the first on scene besides the police and medics that responded, I haven’t told or talked to anyone about what happened or what I saw.
They found the driver of the other car a few weeks later. I want to apply for my first job as am EMT on a truck but I just don’t know if I can but I’m going to try. I have found some closure after what happened but I think it’ll probably stay with me for the rest of my life.
If you are reading this, you are the first person I have ever told this story too. Tomorrow, I’m planning on walking into the fire department in my small town and applying as a part time EMT. Tomorrow, I also plan to call up my dad and have a long talk with him. Being an EMT is something that I have always known I want to be. I’m going to give it everything I’ve got. I guess I’ll never know unless I try. Thanks for letting me get this off my mind.
– Story written by an anonymous 23 year old female first responder.