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What is the saddest thing you have ever witnessed?
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Every single time the police pryed my crying children off of me, "Mami, please, I dont want to leave you."
And every time I HAD TO MAKE any of my children go for a visitation with their scumbag piece of shit father because my lawyer told me to make them go.
When I first came back to the states and my girls didn't want me to leave after the ONE HOUR their scumbag piece of shit father allowed me to see them on Christmas day, along with my sister's three children the mei-lei that ensued when he told me I had to leave. "When are we going to see you again, Mami? Please don't leave us Mami. Daddy, why can't we be with Mami?" My older two (who were 9 and 10 at the time) were trying to distract my sister's children (who were ages, 6, 4 and 3) by running around and playing while my younger two were literally screaming, crying and fighting over who would hug me all to themselves. My baby who was only 6 at the time was left their crying hysterically with no one to comfort her so she had no choice but to seek it from her abuser. And he promptly patted her on the head like an obedient dog. This was on 25 DEC 2004.
Were I to lift my eyes to meet his, I would most certainly have grabbed a kitchen knife and slit his throat. I thought this would screw the children up more than what he was already doing, so I resisted the urge and kept my head down the way I had for the 16 or so years prior.
Not sure which was sadder. Either way it sucked.
And every time I HAD TO MAKE any of my children go for a visitation with their scumbag piece of shit father because my lawyer told me to make them go.
When I first came back to the states and my girls didn't want me to leave after the ONE HOUR their scumbag piece of shit father allowed me to see them on Christmas day, along with my sister's three children the mei-lei that ensued when he told me I had to leave. "When are we going to see you again, Mami? Please don't leave us Mami. Daddy, why can't we be with Mami?" My older two (who were 9 and 10 at the time) were trying to distract my sister's children (who were ages, 6, 4 and 3) by running around and playing while my younger two were literally screaming, crying and fighting over who would hug me all to themselves. My baby who was only 6 at the time was left their crying hysterically with no one to comfort her so she had no choice but to seek it from her abuser. And he promptly patted her on the head like an obedient dog. This was on 25 DEC 2004.
Were I to lift my eyes to meet his, I would most certainly have grabbed a kitchen knife and slit his throat. I thought this would screw the children up more than what he was already doing, so I resisted the urge and kept my head down the way I had for the 16 or so years prior.
Not sure which was sadder. Either way it sucked.
Turd Ferguson
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That one fucked with me for a long long time. I just had to quit thinking about it becuase it makes me wonder if there is a God how in the hell could he let that happen.jnevin said:
It was like a bad movie. Down to the part where fluid started dripping out of his ear when he was being laid out and they had to come in with a towle and wax and clean him up.
When I saw his mom I just burst into tears and told her how sorry i was for them. It was her only son.
hm...seen many deaths. Those didn't really bother me...it's when the family reacts.
Once, a young woman's husband (he was 32 or 34) was riding his dirt bike on a track, full gear on (pads, leathers, helmet, etc.), came down off a jump wrong and crushed his chest. He didn't "look" bad externally, but he had massive internal injuries. CPR in progress as he entered the trauma room. Did everything we could. Drugs, shocks, CPR for another 30 minutes (on and off). He died.
That sucked, but I could deal with that fine (not to sound harsh but when you deal with that every day...). Well, his wife had been there for a few minutes and someone was talking with her in a seperate room (the guy had no ID on him but cops found his car, ran plates called wife). Still, in this situation you can't automatically assume it's her husband. Ya don't want to tell someone their SO is dead then they come in to see them after crying their eyes out and getting emotionally wrecked for a half hour...only to find out his brother borrowerd the truck, bike, etc. and he's at the bar watching the game.
They had been together 2 or 3 years and were just trying to start a family. She was not thinking it was any big deal he was in the hospital and kept saying, "Did he break his leg?" "I keep telling him one day he's going to break his leg doing this." She was half laughing as she would say this too.
So, bring in a few personal items..."are these his?" "Yes." She describes him, we compare the photo ID...looks like the guy. So we tell her that he died...and she broke down sobbing and crying, fell to the floor, screaming "no"...
That was one of the most heart wrencing things to me. I definitely welled up and had a lump in my throat. I don't know if it was all the emotions from working on this guy for the last hour that her reaction stick like a knife in my gut, or what...but definitely sad. Fortunately (or unfortunately) there was another trauma call right at that moment so I had to leave and get back into "work mode" asap.
Sorry that was so long-winded.
Once, a young woman's husband (he was 32 or 34) was riding his dirt bike on a track, full gear on (pads, leathers, helmet, etc.), came down off a jump wrong and crushed his chest. He didn't "look" bad externally, but he had massive internal injuries. CPR in progress as he entered the trauma room. Did everything we could. Drugs, shocks, CPR for another 30 minutes (on and off). He died.
That sucked, but I could deal with that fine (not to sound harsh but when you deal with that every day...). Well, his wife had been there for a few minutes and someone was talking with her in a seperate room (the guy had no ID on him but cops found his car, ran plates called wife). Still, in this situation you can't automatically assume it's her husband. Ya don't want to tell someone their SO is dead then they come in to see them after crying their eyes out and getting emotionally wrecked for a half hour...only to find out his brother borrowerd the truck, bike, etc. and he's at the bar watching the game.
They had been together 2 or 3 years and were just trying to start a family. She was not thinking it was any big deal he was in the hospital and kept saying, "Did he break his leg?" "I keep telling him one day he's going to break his leg doing this." She was half laughing as she would say this too.
So, bring in a few personal items..."are these his?" "Yes." She describes him, we compare the photo ID...looks like the guy. So we tell her that he died...and she broke down sobbing and crying, fell to the floor, screaming "no"...
That was one of the most heart wrencing things to me. I definitely welled up and had a lump in my throat. I don't know if it was all the emotions from working on this guy for the last hour that her reaction stick like a knife in my gut, or what...but definitely sad. Fortunately (or unfortunately) there was another trauma call right at that moment so I had to leave and get back into "work mode" asap.
Sorry that was so long-winded.
hoooooly shit that's horrible.Turd Ferguson said:
WHen I was about 7 I saw my best friend get hit by a car and dragged under it down the street and he ended up dying despite numerous people trying to rescucitate him. that was pretty sad but not even the saddest.
probably after my uncle killed himself I watched my father and my uncles completely lose it and collapse to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. that was probably the saddest thing I ever saw in my life.
chewyxrage
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Hmmm
Nothing really human related.
Once when I was working at an animal shelter my friend was taking out a bunch of newborn kittens so we could clean there cage, he had 3 or 4 in his two hands and just dropped them all (on accident, of course) - 2 of the 4 landed wrong and were still alive but they were paralyzed. They were meowing and making noises but the only thing moving was their little heads, and their bodys were in a really awkward position.
That was pretty disturbing. I yelled at my friend for being careless. I don't think he really cared about them.
Nothing really human related.
Once when I was working at an animal shelter my friend was taking out a bunch of newborn kittens so we could clean there cage, he had 3 or 4 in his two hands and just dropped them all (on accident, of course) - 2 of the 4 landed wrong and were still alive but they were paralyzed. They were meowing and making noises but the only thing moving was their little heads, and their bodys were in a really awkward position.
That was pretty disturbing. I yelled at my friend for being careless. I don't think he really cared about them.
gotmilk
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Mentally ill Aunt who lost her shit on the Fourth of July a few years back.
She drove her car thru a convenience store door, backed up, drove about 15 miles on a broken axle (locked left front wheel). She drove up my parents driveway and hit a bunch of other relative's cars, and then sat in her car thinking she hit someone's dog.
We called the cops to ask if there were any accident reports or if they were looking for someone who left the scene of an accident.
Space cadet relative was last seen in the back of a Sheriff's vehicle on her way to the loonie bin.
She drove her car thru a convenience store door, backed up, drove about 15 miles on a broken axle (locked left front wheel). She drove up my parents driveway and hit a bunch of other relative's cars, and then sat in her car thinking she hit someone's dog.
We called the cops to ask if there were any accident reports or if they were looking for someone who left the scene of an accident.
Space cadet relative was last seen in the back of a Sheriff's vehicle on her way to the loonie bin.
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heatherrae
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My mother suffering and trying to speak when she was dying. All the organs had shut down and her upper body was HOT and her lower body was like ice. My brothers and sister took turns crawling into the hospital bed which was in the middle of my living room and cuddling her one last time. Later we all shared what we had whispered to her. We all had whispered the same thing -- "It's okay to go on to heaven."
