I won’t cry with you. I am the master of my emotions. I have to get my truck back in service. I didn’t save your husband and now I have to save myself. I can’t cry with you. I won’t. Please move away from the drug box exchange counter your pain is palpable and my stomach is turning. I’m not heartless. I have to stay the course. There are calls waiting and a status plan in place. Your husband has left and you’re broken and so I am. I have to get my equipment ready. You can cry but I cannot. There’s no time to cry. I’ll drive off into the night and never speak of this again. When I punch the time clock I’ll begin to process what happened and I’ll cry privately. I’ll remember your loss. I’ll never forget the look on your face when we stopped CPR. I won’t forget and neither will you.