7. A guy who had jumped off of the pool deck of a hotel landed about five feet away from me.
“I was doing security at a celebration for the Indianapolis Colts and was walking through an alley downtown when a guy who had jumped off of the pool deck of a hotel landed about five feet away from me. I stood in shock for a few seconds and then walked over to him. He had a compound fracture of his leg but it wasn’t gory at all, just a bit of bone sticking out of the skin. There was a small stream of blood going from his head towards the curb.
Maybe 30 seconds later, a few policemen and my supervisor came running around the corner and took over. It affected me pretty badly for about 24 hours, but then the news broke that he was a child molester who jumped when the cops were closing in on him. The moment I heard that, I was fine. It was like it never happened….Seeing it bothered me. It was weird how much less when I found out just who and what he was. I’ve often wondered what that says about me….I think it just dehumanized him for you, because he was clearly a monster.
Human, too, of course… but the mind likes to categorize.”
8. My dad had a heart attack and died right in front of me while I sat strapped in that highchair.
“mom and dad were cooling off after an argument. My dad was giving me lunch in my highchair—I was almost 3 years old.
My mom was in another room of the house and was giving my dad the silent treatment.
My dad had a heart attack and died right in front of me while I sat strapped in that highchair. My mom has no idea how long he’d been dead for by the time she heard me screaming and crying….
I had a strange fascination with death after that. I would have panic attacks and have what I believe were psychogenic seizures. I’d just blackout when I thought about death too much.”
9. His upper body was dangling down and his lower half was trapped in the mangled metal.
“It was 9/11/16. I was going to the airport to pick up my wife. As we pass one of the parking lots the car in front of me slams on its brakes. I throw up my arms like, wtf. At that point, my eight-year-old daughter says to me, ‘Daddy, that plane just crashed.’
I look to my left and sure enough, a small plane was crashed in the parking lot 50 yards from us. I immediately pulled over and told my daughter to wait in the car. I bolted out and headed towards the crash. A handful of people were in the vicinity kind of in shock. I have some first responder training and felt like I had to help if I could.
I was the first one to approach the crash. The plane was upside down and there was airplane fuel everywhere. Cars were smashed all around it. I foolishly stood in fuel as I assessed the situation. I’m not proud of that.
The first person I saw must have been the pilot. His upper body was dangling down and his lower half was trapped in the mangled metal. I yelled out to him, ‘Can you hear me? Do you need help?’ No response.
I moved the other side of the plane where I saw the second person. A woman, handcuffed, dangling much in the same way as the pilot. She was also dead.
As a peeked my head around the crumpled metal I found the third and final person. He was in the worst shape of all.
That day changed my life. I had always wondered how I would respond to something like that. One part of me is relieved I didn’t shy away. I went right up to the front line to help. The other part of me wonders what would have happened had a spark lit that fuel…”