Jordyn15 Jul, 2011 11:10 AM
About 9 years ago, I had my son, Jordyn. Proud father at 18. No job, no education, no mother. Nothing. She left a year after he was born. I saved up for 5 years so I could put myself through school and get a worth while job. One my son could be proud of. One my son could say to his friends and they wouldn't look at him like he had a third eye or something.
I went to medical school and rode around in ambulances. Responding to car wrecks and such. Seeing some pretty sick stuff. My son couldn't say "My daddy's a doctor" but he could say "My daddy saves lives". He called me superdad and said I was the best hero in the world. He'd make up stories about how I could fly and saved people from falling rocks and other silly things like a child would.
I woke up on a Tuesday kind of early. Very early, in fact 3 hours early. I'd been sick the night before so I almost called off. By now my son was 8. I watched him get on the bus that stopped right outside our house.
I got picked up by David, the guy who drove the ambulance. He said we had to go at that instant. We got to a horrible wreck where a bus had flipped over. 3 kids died. One was pinned under the bus. Jordyn.
It was MY son. MY Jordyn.
He saw and started calling "DADDY! MY LEG DADDY! MY CHEST HURTS TOO!"
I ran to him and called for help. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and cuts on his face. He only said one last thing.
"Superdad? Can you lift the bus off me?"
I tried. I fucking tried...
Your Daddy will always love you.