{November 20, 2012}   Early Morning Fires

My pager went off at about six-forty five this morning. Structure fire in a neighboring town with two occupants entrapped. Okay, now my blood is pounding through my body and I’m flying out the door, half dressed, with the freezing cold temperatures (twenty-seven degrees). When I’m in this mode the temperatures don’t phase me. Neither does the fact that my truck’s windshield and windows are covered in a thick layer of frost. You do what has to be done.

Waking up to this type of severe adrenaline rush results in one thing: total, complete exhaustion when you finally get home. But when you gear up and hop in the trucks and get to a fire and save someone’s life… that’s absolutely priceless. This morning I played very little to no part in the rescue of the victims, but I was there and I got to see it. It’s the most amazing thing to witness. I’m so glad I get to be there and play a part in it, no matter how small my contributions are.

That’s me driving our biggest engine. No problem! 🙂

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