This may be a little hard for most people to read, so consider that your warning. I'm using this profile as a sort of public diary for things that I don't want my department to realize I'm writing or things that are just not for mass consumption. Sorry, Ello, you're just not there yet.
Today we had a call of a car that went into a canal. The reports that we received from witnesses were that they could see the driver and a small dog as it was sinking. The car submerged before our units got there. One of the officers dove in without any dive equipment and swam to the approximate spot where witnesses said the car was last seen. The officer swam as deep as he could without drowning himself, but he was unable to see through the black, murky waters.
By the time rescue divers arrived on scene, suited up, located the car, and extracted the woman, twenty minutes had passed. Believe it or not, that's a best-case scenario time, and she was still alive when they pulled her out. Unfortunately, the small dog, a Yorkie, was not located for another ten minutes, by which time, the driver had been loaded into an ambulance. The driver's husband arrived on scene just in time to see the diver come out of the water with the drowned Yorkie. "That's my dog," he shouted, and then he realized the implication of what he was seeing. The husband, a large, graying man with light eyes, began screaming, "Where's my wife. I have to see her," over and over again. A smaller man who knew him, bear hugged him from behind. The husband looked like a wild animal—with no humor intended, I would say a walrus. Living among humans can never prepare a man to accept the probable destruction of his entire world with any degree civility or composure. Due to random chance, this man had lost everything that mattered to him in the span of half an hour. There was nothing that anyone could say that mattered.
The driver was flown to the hospital, where she remains in critical condition. I don't know how this story is going to end, but brain damage is a very real possibility. I've witnessed this scene way too many times. Parents, children, spouses losing people to sudden chance occurrences. Anyone can be taken from anyone, and there is not a thing that money, privilege, or ideology can do to change that. But, man, if we're that fucking weak as a species and we can't control freak life changing incidents that doesn't it make sense not to deliberately hurt one another?
There is still hope for the driver, by the way. I don't want to write her off in any way. But even if this does end happily, not all stories like this will.