I didn’t know her, but I know her name.
I think about how she felt when COVID19 reared its ugly head. I wonder if music or dancing helped her wind down after a rough day. Did she sing on her own or with friends, maybe with her sister?
I think about the people she helped, the people she probably saved when she was a certified EMT in Louisville, and then as an ER technician at Medical Center Jewish East and Norton Healthcare. What was she like with her patients? Was she straight to business and serious about her work as her awards suggest, and/or was she calming and comforting?
Her mother says she wanted to be a nurse and “had her head on straight, and she was a very decent person.” Her sister says that being a nurse would allow her the time to better know and understand a patient so she could give them the best care. I wondered if the pandemic was making her rethink her career path.
I want to ask her – I want to talk to her about her experience as a First Responder because we know how much I admire them. Their skillset, their bravery, their dedication and desire to help.
But I can’t do that now. All I can do is let it play out in my inner conversations and dreams because, on March 13th, Breonna Taylor was fatally shot by plainclothes policemen in her own home. They were there to conduct a no-knock raid/search for non-existent drugs and for a suspect already in their custody.
So I think about all the other people she could have helped, all the people she could have saved.
We all lost someone who not only mattered but someone who helped others, someone good, someone who was a light…
Her name IS Breonna Taylor, First Responder, Frontline ER Technician
