I noticed the, "Have you ever saved someones life," thread, and thought that this was an unfortunately morbid, but perhaps necessary complement. So, I'll start it off; I saw my best friend die. One day, he skipped school, so I decided to see what was wrong with him. I went to his house, and looked around for him. When I found him, he was almost dead, having slit his wrists and lost a lot of blood. I did everything I could do to stop the bleeding, and called an ambulance. By the time paramedics had arrived, he was dead. His parents hated me, I was not invited to the funeral, they blame me still for his death. Alright, I'm done with my depressing recollection. Anyone else got any stories they'd like to air out? Feel free to post 'em.
i won't leave ya hangin. i was with my father when he died. he had GBM (brain tumors) and one morning he began to have a seizure i guess so my mom woke me up and called the hospice nurse. as my mom spoke with the nurse outside my little brother and i sat with him as he convulsed, trying to make him feel comfortable, letting him know we love him. eventually it calmed down and he looked relieved and just sort of stopped breathing.
Because at the time, I was the stereotypical "bad influence." I listened to weird music, did drugs, and hung out with their kid a lot. When they noticed changes in his personality (which was due to his chemical depression, not his friends) they blamed me. I don't really hold a grudge against them, though, because it's an easy judgement for people to jump to in a time so horrible.
Nope. I've never had anyone that I was close with die in my entire life, so I can't tell you I know how you felt. I'm sorry for your friend, he must have been having a pretty rough time to consider suicide as a viable option. I've considered it myself for two long hard years until I realized that suicide is for the weak-minded and is the ultimate selfish act.
I'm glad you didn't choose it. Honestly, it seems less selfish to me now than then. After, I reevaluated my life, and started to live in a way that would make him proud; also, considering the whole picture, I know it was a last resort and justified, to him--not the act of feeble-mindedness. I guess every situation is different, though.
i've had friends die in my arms, thats the risk of livin in the hood i guess. i've seen other guys die but i wont get into that.
i work in a nursing home someone died today and they rolled by on the stretcher its fucked up how you almost become immune to the feeling of seeing a dead person....
I know how you feel pbroosh. I work in a CCU and at first I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But now I'm slowly getting used to it. It's kinda sad but you just gotta know it's part of life ya know.
Me either but the time is coming sooner and sooner. I don't know how to feel when it actually does happen
I found my Brother in-law dead. Came home from school (i was about 16...just turned 16 i think) My girlfriend and I got out of our friends car and saw my mom getting into her car. I asked "where you headed?" I was so happy i thought I was going to get My girl alone :-/. She said De*** Called (my nephew he was 5) sis (my sister) and said daddy wasn't waking up. He just got home from school. Since my sisters house was just a couple blocks over it would be faster to run their then drive. So i told my girl to get into the car and ran over there. I walked in and DE*** is on the beg cring and ke***(my brother in law) was on the floor next to him. No shirt or shoes just jeans Johndous (or however you spell it, where you turn yellow) was already setting in. I grabbed de*** and got him outside right about the time my mom pulled up. I told her to call 911 now Ke*** is gone. My mom is the frantic can't deal with situations kind of person so she said what do you mean. I told her "Call 911 Ke*** is dead" While on the phone they tried to tell her how to do cpr, I had to pull her away telling her the operators can't seem him and that their is NO point because he's yellow. The fucked up part. Ke*** was just getting out of dealing (weed) and his x-wife and some chic smack dealer came over and all did some H. Well the x-wife puked it up, Ke*** seized off the bed then died, and the other lady was fine. So those two Bitches took his wallet and through court papers around to make it look like someone else was their. Never called 911 or anything just left him to die. Bitched get off scott free. ^^^Free, they could of saved his life. Yet the cops are out busting kids with dime bags and running their lives.
I'm sorry the parents blamed you, but I look at death differently than most. Kinda good you didn't save him I guess... If he felt bad before how bad would he have to felt if he couldn't even kill himself right. Did he kill himself over a bitch or what. People that commit suicide are selfish, but I'm jealous. I wish I could have gotten off this bus a long time ago. To answer your question I have seen many people shot... beside me and down range. You get used to it. A dead face is kind of peaceful looking. It's hard to explain.
When I was 13, my father was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. That was in January. Then, in April of the same year, he was in hospice. He died April 2nd at 7:58am, and I can honestly say I saw the moment the life left his eyes.
i skipped school and saw a guy have a massive heartattack and die in mcdonalds. i havent ate there since (was 6 years ago). oh, and when i worked private security, i watched my client get shot to death after the gunman shot me twice in the shoulder. i quit that job the next day lol.
i hope i never have to go through any of these things some of you have. i cant handle death yet. god bless the dead
I was with a dearly loved one when she died. The heart monitor slowly descended, and it gave one last dance and vanished. I was bawling like a child, and the moment never escapes memory. It was at that moment I realized the beauty of life, the shell of a woman laid on the table and it made me think she once was like me, a young adult, lost in the world. Mortality seemed quite real, in fact I attribute my new appreciation for the world from that glimpsing moment that will forever lurk in the back of my mind. Life is too short, and that is why I cannot stress enough that each and every one of you live to the fullest. Love yourself, stay positive, your mind is of greater value than you think.