I was once at the emergency room with my son who was getting stitches from falling off his bike. This ambulance came in with a little girl that had been in a car accident. The mother arrived with a cop walking beside her.
Sadly, the little girl had died enroute and the mother, understandably, went hysterical. She ran out of the room and grabbed the cop and screamed, "Please, save my baby! Save my baby!" Nurses and drs took her away to help her but no one looked at that poor cop. I just happened to be sitting in the hallway.
He leaned up against the wall, crying his eyes out, almost sliding down the wall. He kept saying, "If I had just gotten there earlier...." I expected someone to help him but no one came.
I got up and walked to him and helped him to a chair. It was so sad. I knelt before him, crying with him and telling him there was nothing he could have done. Someone finally brought him a glass of water and another cop came in. He also sat with him but there was very little we could say to him. He was just devastated. More cops arrived so I left him with them.
A few weeks later, I got a letter from this gentleman, thanking me for being there before his buddies got there and helping him through this. I could cry now just thinking of that mother's pain.....and of his.
My son said that he should not have cried...that he was a cop and should be "used" to this. I told him that cops were human beings too and then I asked him how someone was supposed to get used to something like this? He said nothing.
[This message has been edited by Mitzi (edited 07-13-2001).]
Sadly, the little girl had died enroute and the mother, understandably, went hysterical. She ran out of the room and grabbed the cop and screamed, "Please, save my baby! Save my baby!" Nurses and drs took her away to help her but no one looked at that poor cop. I just happened to be sitting in the hallway.
He leaned up against the wall, crying his eyes out, almost sliding down the wall. He kept saying, "If I had just gotten there earlier...." I expected someone to help him but no one came.
I got up and walked to him and helped him to a chair. It was so sad. I knelt before him, crying with him and telling him there was nothing he could have done. Someone finally brought him a glass of water and another cop came in. He also sat with him but there was very little we could say to him. He was just devastated. More cops arrived so I left him with them.
A few weeks later, I got a letter from this gentleman, thanking me for being there before his buddies got there and helping him through this. I could cry now just thinking of that mother's pain.....and of his.
My son said that he should not have cried...that he was a cop and should be "used" to this. I told him that cops were human beings too and then I asked him how someone was supposed to get used to something like this? He said nothing.
[This message has been edited by Mitzi (edited 07-13-2001).]
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