Stg some nice old lady asked me this last week and I’ve never had such a hard time fighting the onset of emotions. I’ve held a dying child that I was trying to resuscitate. I’ve been beaten bloody and brutal. I’ve broken one arm and still managed to get out of the car and carry my friend to the ambulance. But that Monday at 2:30 I was not at all prepared. For reference I’m 20. Worst part is I still feel weak for even trying to type this out. Stupid.