it was a long night last night , i work for angle rescue. We had a call come over the wire last night around 2 am, so we suited up and flew to very dark area to pick up two children, ages 5 and 8 both females. there mother was killed on impact. it took 2 hrs to cut the girls out of the car , when i started to work on the first of the two girl , there was no pulse and started cpr, for about min with no response blood keep pouring from her head and she had lost eye , after 1 hr. she was dead. My partner work with the medics to save the second girl with out any good out come she died well in flite . Well the is so stupid all the mother had to do is stay off her cell phone and pay attion to the road.
I'm sorry if this is sad but i do this everyday.
Death has become my friend. It stalks me everywhere I go; slowly catching up to me. Death is not morbid, but a beautiful thing. People feel sorrow fo the dead. The feeling of a loss overwhelms them. They always try to blame someone; but they cannot blame death because death was there to help. Death took the misery that was haunting their beloved. They may have seemed happy, but deep inside, they are fighting for freedom. Freedom from themselves, freedom from others, freedom from everyone. Everything. To some people, death is a welcome home. To others, it's all they have.