In May, 2002, there was no facebook. I dont believe there was any social media...for that, I am thankful. Social media is completely flooded with the horrific details of a precious baby that was murdered. Flooded with sadness and disbelief from all of us. In May, 2002, my partner and I walked blindly into an apartment building in Atglen and into a nightmare eerily similar to what Police and EMT S walked into a few days ago. I can tell you with deep sadness, they are NOT ok. They will NOT be ok for a very long time to come. Some had to continue their shift that very day. Had to go without sleep that night and rely on auto - pilot to work the following day. They are consumed with this event. Walking around in a fog. Fighting back tears, sometimes breaking down alone, sometimes around whomever is near them. They more than likely do not want a lot of people asking them for details. They want comfort. A hug, maybe. An ear. A shoulder. From my personal experience, that angel baby took permanent residence in my heart. I had more of a right to love him, to weep over him than his own mother. I had very compassionate partners who allowed me to lean on them. At times, snot on them. But they never once pushed me for details. My heart is filled with that very compassion and concern for those that were on baby Scottys call. I want them to know I am more than open to conversing with them and will do whatever I can to be there. One thing I know is true, Scotty McMillan and Jose JoJo Quinones are FREE. Free from the nightmare that their precious little lives on earth was. They no longer feel pain. And they will forever be perfectly loved and remembered in our hearts. This was written by a volunteer EMT I have the honor of calling my friend.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 03:00:52 +0000
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