Personal Narrative Essay: Jerry's Story

David Womeldorff with EMS stated he arrived on scene at 6:09pm. EMS pronoused time of death at 6:20pm. I entered the home and located the deceased Jerry Lynn Burrow on the livinf room couch deceased. Jerry appeared to have in deceased for several days. Jerry was bloated due to being deceased insode the home with no air condition on in the home. I took photos of the scene and Jerry. I also had my body camera on inside the home.

“So…are you going out to Queens?” “No way, I’d rather feel guilty! Besides, I’m too busy, and he can easily afford to hire somebody.”

I first responded to 550 N. Main St. to make contact with Investigator Don Johnson, who was the on-call investigator. After speaking with Investigator Johnson and getting a basic understanding of what we knew so far. I went to Eastar Medical Center to see if I could speak with the victim, Aron Grootenboer.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

“I had every piece of evidence pulled and sent to my office weeks ago. I have looked over the crime scene records searching for anything missed in the initial inquiry. It was a pretty detailed account. Nothing

"Has Jenny figured out anything more yet?" I asked Brett as he closed the latest autopsy report we had just received not twenty minutes ago.

On 7/3/17 worker received a voicemail from Mrs. Susan, stated that they found Isabella’s father (Charles Clark) dead (drug overdose) and she wanted to know how she should break the news. Worker tried calling her back, call went to voicemail.

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

As the doors to autopsy opened up, Bobby Wyatt walked in followed by his partner. He looked at the man with fury. “Jake Hunter, well I haven’t seen you since my brother’s funeral. Did you get lost because in order to be down here, you have to be escorted by an officer?” Bobby asked. He kept his arms by his side. His fists started to ball up so tight his knuckles turned white.

“It’s a very complicated investigation. We’ve had staffing up all night,” Burke told the newspaper. “It’s a very challenging and tragic

Officers arrived at the scene after receiving the call. Police reported that there were no signs of blood nor foul play. Prior to the visit, police were notified of Mr. Humphrey’s illness as well as his butlers (Mr. O’leary)mental instability.

“Your father had clearly lied about that woman you were sowing your wild oats with. He insured me that your relationship was never serious and was totally over. If that was true, then how is it possible for you and her to have a child?”

“I go up there all the time! I could be your tour guide... if you want, of course.” She said laughing. I didn’t think she was being serious about that, but maybe I should take her up on that offer.

I am only going to refer to my personal scan rate for the month of December, 2017. The December ER-KBMA -Compliant Form documents three non-scan medicinces

Imagination is a unique trait to everyone. Not everyone imagines the same things. To think beyond the norms of the world is an eye-opener. When falling into hard times I would imagine a place beyond the boundaries of my abilities. Grasping the feeling of imaginary to make it a reality.