I didn’t expect to see you so soon.
Glitter Acorns. Carve Pumpkins. Dry Leaves.
Cuddle. Light A Candle. Soup + Cinnamon Rolls.
Stadium Visit. Apple Orchard. Pumpkin Patch.
These are some of them, most were golden retrivers and labradors, but also included german shepherds and other breeds. Sadly most are dead now, while many people forget them and don’t spare them a thought.
As people lay dying, trapped and hurt, a team of nearly 100 loyal and courageous search dogs put their lives on the line to help humans. Without them, many more would not have survived, yet few people consider them.
In such a chaotic, terrifying, hot, acrid-smelling, smokey and loud environment, countless human lives depended on their ability to focus, listen, respond to their handlers, and work tirelessly. Stepping over cracked glass, hot tarmac, through flames and thick smoke, being winched over deep ravines, they battled on to seek out survivors and bring them aid.
They worked around the clock, day and night, searching, sniffing, over and over. Not only did they search, but they comforted - many eyewitnesses speak of how the dogs would stop and sit by newly-recovered victims, giving them a sense of hope and relief, before moving on to look for the next. As the situation became desperate, and the rescue workers and fire teams became utterly distraught at the amount of people who were recovered dead, these dogs brought them comfort, sitting with them on breaks, letting them grieve.
Many of these dogs are old, and have passed away. Let us remember the courage and loyalty they showed at such a horrendous event. They didn’t have a choice, but nonetheless they did what was asked of them and helped save countless lives. Don’t let their bravery be forgotten today either, or their determination to be a ‘good dog’ despite the scary and dangerous environment around them.
And let’s not forget that these dogs actually became depressed when they kept finding dead bodies; they thought they were failing to save people. The workers helping had to hide in the ruble just to let the dogs find a living person and lift their spirits.
Ohhhh puppies :(
One of the most annoying parts of having tattoos is that people constantly want to know what they mean. (Some of you will say, then don’t get a fucking tattoo, to which i would like to direct to kiss my ass)
Although I don’t particularly want my tattoos for the rest of my life, I think the music on my arm remains the most meaningful.
The thing is, music saved my life. People have said this before, I’m sure. And i can’t tell you what they meant by it, but i can tell you what i mean by it.
When I was in 8th grade (and high school), I got bullied. Like, a lot. And I was severely depressed about it. I didn’t understand why people didn’t like me, why they sought me out and picked on me and just made me feel worthless.
But the one thing I always ran to was music. And it saved me…it saved my life. Without music, I would’ve felt even more lost, and I certainly would’ve felt hopeless. But it gave me the hope I needed to survive. It gave me what I needed to survive.
Why am I telling you this? Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. And being someone who knows how real it is to think that the world would not miss you, that no one would care if you were gone, I’m here to tell you to stay.
Because It Does Get Better. There are people and projects out there that will help you. I promise you, it gets better.
When I heard about this story of a teenager with autism that accepted the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, but was pranked and 5 of his peers poured urine, feces, cigarette butts and spit onto him…I wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. It absolutely disgusts me how mean people can be. There just seems to be no limit to the cruelness.
Of course I want to overanalyze things like this to try to figure out what could possibly make someone think that was okay.
These things and worse happen to kids and teenagers every day. It’s no wonder suicide seems like the only option.
But it’s not. If you’re reading this post and you’re suicidal or you’ve felt suicidal in the past, please send me a message. Sometimes it helps to talk to a stranger. But if you don’t want to talk to me, talk to someone:
1-800-273-TALK (8255) or click here to chat with someone.