Career by Chris Day
When I was a little boy I use to play cops and robbers with my boys.
To wear the badge and serve my community was all that mattered to me.
I flew through promotions like a bird in the sky.
I saw death, mangled bodies, abuse and suicides it became a way of life.
Then one day I got the call that would change my life.
A little girl so innocent and sweet had been ran over by a car.
As I got on scene it was Khaos, screaming and people cursing me.
I was confused as what was happening as a mother was punching me.
Telling me to save her baby girl.
It was like the earth stopped for a moment and I was just a blure.
I done what I was trained to do I grabbed the child and started CPR.
Every breath I tried to give her was going afar.
Every chest thrust I would do would go to the floor.
I asked God to switch places for me and the child this time.
Just a child I thought. How could it be. Just a simple trip turned into a tragedy.
This changed my life and I think about her everyday.
I hate myself for not being able to save her that day.
Copyright © Chris Day | Year Posted 2018
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