I have a confession. It happened as an epiphany last night, more than anything, but confession none-the-less. I saw a quote from @fittofightfire
that said, “be the firefighter you would want showing up to your own home.” Another one said, “would you want you rescuing you?” Both of those were powerful when I read them the first time a while back, but last night, they etched deep into my brain.
My son woke up from a nightmare last night while nestled up to momma bear (@radsmom3
). He cried and he screamed in fear, calling out for me. “I want my daddy! I want my daddy!” I consoled him as momma continued to hold him, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted IN MY ARMS. After a few minutes I calmed him down, laid him down next to his momma, laid down, and went to sleep. I was later woke up at 0330 with my brain going 90 miles an hour about how I need to step up, stop with the excuses, and get my tail in gear. Can I do my job as a firefighter? There is not a freaking doubt in my mind. Could I do it better? Hell. YES! See, in my boys eyes, I’m the strongest, biggest, baddest dude on this earth, and I can do anything. He felt safe from whatever was trying to get him last night as I held him and talked to him. The same comfort I felt and still feel today when I need to call on my dad.
Moral of the story: don’t talk about it, be about it. Modify training as needed, but do something to better yourself for the job and for life.
#FitToFightFire #Firefighter #YouWontOutWorkMe