On Valentine’s Day, I Performed CPR on a Homeless Man – the Next Day, a Limo Arrived at My House with My Name on It

Valentine’s Day was supposed to be dinner and nothing else. I’m Briar, 28, deep in an EMT course, and I left that restaurant thinking my life had just fallen apart. I had no idea the night was about to get much stranger.

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My name’s Briar. I’m 28. This happened on Valentine’s Day, and I’m still mad about the tiny heart-shaped butter pats.

For context: I’ve been in an EMT course for months. It’s not a “cute little class.” It’s the first thing I’ve wanted this badly since I was a kid.

This happened on Valentine’s Day.

I quit my job because my boyfriend, Jace, insisted.

“Briar, you’re burning out,” he said. “Let me handle rent while you focus. Two months and you’re certified.”

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I pushed back. “What if something happens?”