Before I became an EMT, I witnessed a very bad wreck I got out and tried to help the only one injured, had passed so I called 911, And sat with the man him in his vehicle and prayed over him. I had never witnessed anything like that before. I’m from a small town so word get around quick!
I ended up know some people that knew his parents and it got back to them and they were very grateful. But it completely ripped me apart. People would come up to me and talk about it and I would just cry and I couldn’t stop wondering if I had been to him just a second before maybe I could’ve saved his life! I blamed myself for a while.
I didn’t wanna talk about it with anyone and I didn’t wanna hear about it, so I just blocked it out. And ignored it in every way possible. But it eventually broke me. I couldn’t do it anymore! It was literally eating me alive! I eventually talked to someone who I knew wouldn’t give me nothing but support! I finally have healed from the pain and heartache!
It gets better, sometimes it feel like it won’t. It’s okay to cry! Sometimes that’s the best thing to do! But I promise it does! Keep your heads up and people need us! Just like we need people to be there for us!! I still to this day ride by that spot and sometimes just break down!
– Story written by an anonymous first responder.