Weekend Trauma on the Tracks

We visit our friends under a bridge every week. This week along with their lunches and water we delivered the rat traps. When we arrived at the camp only one of our friends was there. The area was cleaned up with piles of trash and beer cans neatly organized, which is unusual.

Our friend asked politely how our weekends were and we chatted briefly. He then proceeded to say that his was awful, one of the worst he’s ever had. A women jumped off of the bridge just over head and landed face down onto the railroad tracks. Crying as he described the scene and how our dear friend (A) rushed to her aid holding her bloody body in his lap until EMS arrived.

This young man a veteran with PTSD did exactly what he was trained to do. Sadly they have not seen him since that day. He needed to get away from the scene of this horrendous event. Such sadness and desperation the lady must have felt, we do not know if she survived. Hopefully she did feel the love and compassion our homeless friend extended in those moments before help arrived.