I don’t know where to begin…my emotions are all over the place. I’m a paramedic by career choice, and God forgive me, I usually don’t go on these websites but I needed to let this out.
I went back to my hometown after 22 years. I was going to hurt or even kill my r***** from high school. The way he drugged me and violated me several times in his own house. I never reported it or said a word.
I was walking around Main Street when I heard there was an emergency at an ice pond. A young boy who was 10 had fallen through. I rushed to save him, broke the ice, did CPR to get him breathing again. His lips where blue. I went with him to the hospital along with his little sister who was about 7.
Then my r***** and his wife come in. I had just saved my r*****’s child without knowing it. I was ready to throw up. The mother just hugged me and cried and cried foe saving her son. Dad had tears too but was so nervous, I could tell. Wife invited me to dinner the next day, which I accepted.
In the end, I never hurt or broke the secret between me and my r*****. He had completely turned his life around, owned a house, hadntwo beautiful children, owned his own florist business, and managed an emergency shelter for women and child who were victims of domestic violence.
Was it fate I was there at that moment to save his son? Should zi have reported him and destroyed 4 lives, a family? We got to talk for about 30 minutes alone and he apologized and I feel stupid, but I forgave him. Now, I’m going home to my husband and 2 year old son.