Help
Sign In
haiku
December 2007 
my worst night
Posted on Dec 6th, 2006
by 
Lobster John
Lobster John
some nights are busy,
and some nights just seem to drag.
this night was different.
festival duty…
mike the headless chicken days...
it's easy money.
my buddy and i
talked of getting some coffee...
then we got the call
nothing too special.
came in as a dog bite call...
but everything changed.
i wasn’t ready.
"be advised we have a core,
a juvenile core."
i don’t remember…
about a minute or so
it took to get there.
ran up to the house
her dad shouting, "shoot the dogs!"
where is the child?
she was just seven.
my daughter was just seven
it could have been her…
she was lying there.
her mother screaming at us...
"help my little girl!"
my partner worked her,
he was a paramedic.
tears ran down his face…
the squad got there quick...
but she was already gone.
her path had ended.
it's been two years now...
i have never been the same.
she was just seven.
Access: Public
Wow, how that must have changed every single fiber of your being. thank you for sharing, I will go kiss my children now and be grateful.
Heather
That’s exactly what i did.
I want to say something, but I can't….all I can say is this:
love.
Thanks for sharing this memory, John. Sometimes, I think about things I have seen or experienced and wish I didn’t have them in my mind, but it is also my belief that these very things have helped to shape who I have become.