R.I.P Sky Diver learnt a Leasson while on duty you can only Parachute once without a parachute

[damocles119]

While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.

The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.

As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.

The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.

As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.

The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.

As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.

The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 

 

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[william]

Im sorry you had to witness such tragic and distressing scenes.

[Hoodlum Priest]

The fact that you were subjected to such a horrific sight......I would apply for disability benefits. Surely you have PTSD.

Inconsiderate bastard.

Momento mori my friend, momento mori.

Edited May 6 by Hoodlum Priest