I know I've posted shit that makes me seem like a whiner, but today is different. I live in a small town, so everyone knows everyone. So when I came across a bad crash today with half a dozen squad cars and many ambulances and fire trucks, it got my attention. I asked an officer who I knew if everyone was ok. He said yes. He lied. I saw a young person being put into a body bag. I guess I'm asking how a person ever gets over this. I don't think I ever will.
I don't see any other option. I've been through plenty of tough times in my life. Time and strength seems to be the key. To everything.
I don't know if you've been drinking, or if you're just a fucking moron. This wasn't a bad day. People lost loved ones in front of my eyes today. Please recognize the difference.
Past of experiencing gruesome casualties in foreign countries, you do what you can. At some point it doesn't phase cause those who survive go home ALIVE and those who don't are saluted and go to a better home. Time on Earth is hard, but most of us go to a better home after. All we can do being alive is console relatives of deceased and try to console yourself.
So why did you title your thread as "Bad Day"? I think it's you who needs to recognize the difference. It's a sad day if that's what you are saying?
I apologize. It wasn't a bad day. It was a horrible day. But must you feel so bad about yourself to make me feel even worse about my day. It's basic psychology. Those who hate themselves try to destroy others. I can understand if it happened in another thread where people are giving each other shit. But you are very transparent. Thank you for that.
I had a friend who retired from the State Highway Patrol after (whatever it was) like 25 years. I used to jog with him, he trusted me I guess, to share his thoughts. He told me more than once he couldn't sleep at night, he'd have nightmares about some of the things he had seen over his career. I never pressed the matter, I never asked him for details, I always tried to be upbeat and say positive things, change the subject and make him laugh about something; but I knew he had seen it all. I mean these guys are the first on the scene usually. I can't imagine the horrors he'd seen. He bought a Harley shortly after he retired, and to this day no one knows what really happened, but he basically rode it straight into the concrete center support of an overpass at very high speed. No alcohol or drugs whatsoever in his system. I never shared with anyone the things he'd say to me... but his pain must have been even more than he let on. This is of course no conciliation to you right now, but just be thankful you're not one of those that have to see it every day. And if you ever see one of those guys or girls that most of the time we consider "dicks" because they are law-nazi's and never cut anyone a break... pay for whatever it is they are ordering, and say thanks. g/l and sorry you had to see that. It would bother me too.
My friends son passed away around 4 years ago on a motorcycle. He was like 24-25. Losing a child has got to be one of the hardest things to deal with.