Ok. I get it. I’ve been out for a bit and you all miss my cheery and insightful words. I let you follow me as I tried to put a human face on what is not a normal job. And speaking of the job, it took me decades to realize I was anything special. You know what? Continue reading
photo from emt.com
If you caught the first comment on Beauty From Pain, I hope you will see that it was written to put a face on the often faceless. To put a heart in an often ignominious picture of some ignominious stud or studette with some awesome glorious fire in the background. Makes it look pretty awesome, right? But we know the truth. It is really some guy or gal doing what others can’t or won’t. They chose to be there. Wish I had a grasp of what makes us do what we do. Continue reading
For over a year I’ve been getting around in a wheelchair and later progressing to a walker, crutches, and cane. When I’m sporting a fire shirt onlookers seem to correlate the two. When a conversation ensues I often sense a feeling of universal disappointment when I admit this happened to me recreationally – because of my own choices.
I wish that weren’t the case. I wish my injuries somehow happened for the good of others. I wish I broke my leg so someone else didn’t have to break there’s.
How does one reconcile the loss of a passion, camaraderie, and a career with a desire to remain a part of that group. Do you simply proceed to the exit and fade into obscurity?
I would love nothing more than to suit up again, hit the ground, and swing a tool with my bros. Right now other things take precedence though. Like, how am I going to get groceries with both hands committed to crutches or how am I going to get my shoes on if I’m unable to reach my feet.
We are told that these are the times that test us – the times that reveal our true character. That idea, and the myriad quotes about staying positive do nothing to make this easier. I can only guarantee one thing – I will not give up.
Fire, Life and The Rest 
Recent Comments