A Valentine’s Day That Fell Apart
Valentine’s Day was supposed to mean dinner, candles, and nothing more. Instead, it ended my four-year relationship. I’m Briar, 28, buried deep in an EMT course I’d sacrificed everything for — including my job, at my boyfriend Jace’s insistence. Halfway through a romantic dinner, he calmly admitted, “I’m just not excited anymore.” No warning. No backup plan. Just a breakup wrapped in roses and pasta.
When Training Became Real Life
Shaken and unable to go home, I wandered into the cold night — and straight into an emergency. A man lay collapsed in an alley, dying while people stood back and watched. My heartbreak disappeared as my EMT training took over. I yelled for help, started CPR, and refused to let fear or disgust stop me. As the ambulance arrived, the man asked me to write my name on his wrist so he wouldn’t forget.
Choosing My Own Future
The next day, that same man reappeared — alive, wealthy, and grateful. He offered me work, not as charity, but because I acted when no one else would. Two months later, I passed my EMT certification on my own terms. Losing love hurt — but finding myself changed everything.
