At around 7:30pm today, my partner and I are flagged down on the corner of silverlake and reserviour. A lady with tears in her eyes is wanting us to help out this old drunk man who has collapsed in the middle of the street. I admire the compassion of this woman because from my experience, I've picked up many drunk men on the street that just need a place to lay their head. After evaluting this fellow, the fire department comes along. The head paramedic starts to berate this poor soul and embarrass him on the street corner. As I watch this, I see the heart of this woman just break. In her heart she just cared so deeply for this homeless man and just wanted to help him out. As soon as this asshole fireman "asseses" his patient, I see innoscence lost in her face as she sees how hard our society treats our poor citizens.
After work, around 8:30pm, I drove the silverlake louge, looking for this girl to tell her how sorry I was for her to see that fireman treat someone like that. I wished i found her to tell her that there are are people in this world who still care and that she should guard her heart because the world needs more compassionate souls like her.
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The hardest thing to see is the suffering of ones who just lost someone. I hate that part of my job. Seeing someone die is ok for me. Even the most violent deaths end serenly and there is a calm that sets in as a spirit is released.
But seeing the suffering after death is sometimes unbearable. Seeing wifes/mothers/fathers/sisters/brothers/etc. screaming with pain makes me want to pull my eyes out and rip my ears off.
But seeing the suffering after death is sometimes unbearable. Seeing wifes/mothers/fathers/sisters/brothers/etc. screaming with pain makes me want to pull my eyes out and rip my ears off.
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