Post by josef casper norling on Feb 14, 2015 21:35:11 GMT -5
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JOSEF CASPER NORLING
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There's a place for everything, a time for things to happen, and a person to pursue them. Except it's not always at the place or time for things to happen, the settling changes, the world around is turned into a chaotic mess and come crashing down. But people move forward, they learn from their mistakes, their misfortunes, and are able to move forward with what they have. Except for some it takes a little longer to happen. It makes a big difference for anyone to move forward from a death of love one, one would have spent their entire life with. Where dreams were suppose to come true, where things were meant to be for the both of them, except it's changed. Everything about it has changed. The baseball scholarship has been diminished. The ability to move forward no longer there without the love or soul for what was important. The moping and crying has surfaced, causing everyone to be disgruntled about it, but knowing that it was going to take time for him to move forward. It was a hard time, to be in the hospital for weeks, to miss the funeral, to not be able to be there as everyone mourned for her, and grieve for him in the hospital. The denial, the guilt, and the regret built up upon him. It took a turn for the worse. The scars will forever be a reminder of it all, the loss he has endure, the pain, the memories. All of it will be there forever and nothing can be done to help him, and yet he found a way to brace it. A way to brace what he's has and not for what he doesn't have anymore. His heart will always go towards her, but she wouldn't want that. She would want him to be happy, to move on, to make a name and a life for himself. To make sure he has lived a life that he can be happy for. Somewhere where he can be himself, give his heart to another, to start a family, to live a career that defies nature and that makes the most of what he's capable for. His family is there to support him. His siblings. His eldest sister, his youngest sister, and his youngest brother. All of them will be there, his parents, his uncle. Everyone will always stand by him, no matter what choices he will make. Because this is the life he's endure. The life he will enjoy. The life that will make him happy. This is Josef's life.
This is the life of Josef Casper Norling. Born February 14, 1987 in Brunswick, Maine. The second child, the eldest son. The baseball player who had everything going for him. The jock in high school that everyone loved. The guy that had the caring side of him that most never really knew existed until it was given to them first hand. He was the guy everyone wanted to be. The guy everyone wanted to be friends with. The guy every girl wanted as a boyfriend, a companion. And yet only one got the opportunity to be so. Except it wasn't luck in the end. It was a tragic loss. A tragic event that relied on guilt, suffering, loss, regret, torment. The pain and suffering. The scarring. All of it wasn't someone everyone should have to endure, they should have both died. The loss to great to suffer alone. The loss of the girl who had the heart everyone wanted. She died, besides him. The burns too great for her to live through. The barn fire destroyed everything. A soul. A dream. A relationship. A future. It destroyed all in it's wake. Putting him in the hospital for weeks. Medically induced coma as his skin repaired itself. No way for him to make a trip to the funeral of his girlfriend. His siblings, his parents, went in his place. He laid in the sterile, white, awfully clean room, healing, resting, wondering what was wrong. Wondering what was going on. He was alone, yet for his sister, Freya, and brother, Jonas. They sat beside him and at the foot of the bed. Watching, waiting. They were there for his support, for his comfort, they didn't want him to be alone. They didn't want him to suffer by his self any longer. No one should, not with something as tragic as this. It's not someone anyone should have to go through, but he did. Weeks went by and he moped in his room. He cried his heart's content and then some. He continued for weeks and weeks afterward. It was worse when he went to her grave. Bawling his eyes out until there was no more water for tears. Grasping on to his father as if he was child mourning the death of a relative. The suffering, the pain, the torment of it all was so much for him. To be at a loss of what to do, at what can become of him. He thought long and hard, he knew the risks, but what more was there. He already had the scars to prove it. He wasn't afraid of it, and it like he was just greeting it over and over again. Fire didn't scare him. He would be saving people. He would do it for her honor. It would always be for her. For Eloise. Always for Eloise.
He's a lieutenant now. A lieutenant of Rescue Squad of the Fire Department. He had been that in Brunswick for a few years before making the move to New York. A different pace for him, but all the same. Fast pace. Different stories. Same line. Saving people. Fighting fires. Still doing it for her. Still the same reason. Just a different surrounding. With his brother finishing high school, his younger sister being a nurse. And his uncle tagging along for the ride. His closest friend, his closet confidant. His trusty sidekick as his brother would say. Always by his side when needed. When something terrible was to happen, or had. Always there to keep him in line. To make sure his depression didn't consume. To make sure he survived long enough to the end of his days. To make sure he had a family of his own. To make sure he made it through the end with everything he could make last and make happen with what he has before him. That's the reason his uncle is there. Given he says it to be true or not. And yet things are starting to grow for him. Slowly but surely. Things are finally starting to turn around. Just for Josef. Life might be looking up for him now. After all the hardships, after all the regret, after all the loss and torture, life is starting to look a little brighter. A little friendlier. A little bit more enduring. With a hope of love on the wind, and a life that just might be worth to look out for.
This is the story of Josef Casper Norling.
This is the life of Josef Casper Norling. Born February 14, 1987 in Brunswick, Maine. The second child, the eldest son. The baseball player who had everything going for him. The jock in high school that everyone loved. The guy that had the caring side of him that most never really knew existed until it was given to them first hand. He was the guy everyone wanted to be. The guy everyone wanted to be friends with. The guy every girl wanted as a boyfriend, a companion. And yet only one got the opportunity to be so. Except it wasn't luck in the end. It was a tragic loss. A tragic event that relied on guilt, suffering, loss, regret, torment. The pain and suffering. The scarring. All of it wasn't someone everyone should have to endure, they should have both died. The loss to great to suffer alone. The loss of the girl who had the heart everyone wanted. She died, besides him. The burns too great for her to live through. The barn fire destroyed everything. A soul. A dream. A relationship. A future. It destroyed all in it's wake. Putting him in the hospital for weeks. Medically induced coma as his skin repaired itself. No way for him to make a trip to the funeral of his girlfriend. His siblings, his parents, went in his place. He laid in the sterile, white, awfully clean room, healing, resting, wondering what was wrong. Wondering what was going on. He was alone, yet for his sister, Freya, and brother, Jonas. They sat beside him and at the foot of the bed. Watching, waiting. They were there for his support, for his comfort, they didn't want him to be alone. They didn't want him to suffer by his self any longer. No one should, not with something as tragic as this. It's not someone anyone should have to go through, but he did. Weeks went by and he moped in his room. He cried his heart's content and then some. He continued for weeks and weeks afterward. It was worse when he went to her grave. Bawling his eyes out until there was no more water for tears. Grasping on to his father as if he was child mourning the death of a relative. The suffering, the pain, the torment of it all was so much for him. To be at a loss of what to do, at what can become of him. He thought long and hard, he knew the risks, but what more was there. He already had the scars to prove it. He wasn't afraid of it, and it like he was just greeting it over and over again. Fire didn't scare him. He would be saving people. He would do it for her honor. It would always be for her. For Eloise. Always for Eloise.
He's a lieutenant now. A lieutenant of Rescue Squad of the Fire Department. He had been that in Brunswick for a few years before making the move to New York. A different pace for him, but all the same. Fast pace. Different stories. Same line. Saving people. Fighting fires. Still doing it for her. Still the same reason. Just a different surrounding. With his brother finishing high school, his younger sister being a nurse. And his uncle tagging along for the ride. His closest friend, his closet confidant. His trusty sidekick as his brother would say. Always by his side when needed. When something terrible was to happen, or had. Always there to keep him in line. To make sure his depression didn't consume. To make sure he survived long enough to the end of his days. To make sure he had a family of his own. To make sure he made it through the end with everything he could make last and make happen with what he has before him. That's the reason his uncle is there. Given he says it to be true or not. And yet things are starting to grow for him. Slowly but surely. Things are finally starting to turn around. Just for Josef. Life might be looking up for him now. After all the hardships, after all the regret, after all the loss and torture, life is starting to look a little brighter. A little friendlier. A little bit more enduring. With a hope of love on the wind, and a life that just might be worth to look out for.
This is the story of Josef Casper Norling.
TYLER HOECHLIN - EMERGENCY CREW - WRITTEN BY HALE
