Labor Day Weekend

I really hate this holiday now. Too many people just don't understand how their choices have damning consequences.

I logged into Facebook again. It was a wall of pictures and posts about accident scenes and helicopters picking up trauma patients. Posts that plead with everyone to stop sharing the location of roadblocks; begging them to consider how they'd feel if their family was killed by a drunk driver that evaded the checkpoint.

Nobody really listens though. They don't remember like I do.

I will never forget that one baby's precious face. The image of her still hand laying next to me is burned into my memory and I hold tight to it no matter how hot it burns. She's the reason I went to paramedic school. The anniversary of her death is in a few days, and I will 100% hurt myself again by remembering her on purpose. I can't ever let myself forget why I'm doing this job.

A local policeman was hurt badly yesterday and nearly killed, and all anybody cares about is bickering about city funding.

Ugh.