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As I heard from across the room in 8th grade that he wants to be a police officer in the Future, I immedietly changed my mind to my second plan, working in the ambulance. **3rd May, 2014** ,,Broadway 4th street 7, alright." The siren rang. As I wore my suit I asked one of my collegues: ,,What happend?" ,,I don't know" So I didn't dare to ask again, sometimes it happens that we are in a rush. Well always ofcourse we need to be quick. As we drive along the street, I saw police cars everywhere. ,,So a suspect shot a police officer right?" ,,Yeah something like that, he is really hurt" As I got down, the victim was already on ground and police men surrounded him. ,,Where is the police officer who got shot?!" ,,In the backyard!" ,,Is there someone with him?" ,,Yes! Please ma'am help him" ,,We will don't worry!" So I ran around the house, seeing the officer on the ground holding his hand against his neck. As I held thr officers shoulders, since he was getting to fall unconcious, I asked: ,,What happend?" But he was to busy talking into his walkie talkie: ,,Jason Ruß got shot, he got shot 4bullets, one through his head. The victim got caught." Jason Ruß? I looked at his face again. Who would've thought, that we would ever see eachother again? Who would've thought, that I was glad to? I thought, while wrapping his head with a bandage.