Wednesday, January 4, 2012
This is not the individual call "Karma is a bitch" stuff, but the over all feeling of Fire, EMS, and Police as compared to the ordinary run of the laity. The irony, as I see it, in our collective jobs is that the best calls are really the worst ones. Disaster, distress, and tragedy are really what we live for. The adrenalin pulsing through our blood stream that can quickly burn us out or leave us wanting more. The feeling that we need to exist, to confirm our existence or our superiority. Our best day is predicated on their worst day.
Our best - their worst. Think about it.
It costs us nothing to show a little of ourselves hidden under the crusty outer layer we portray. Compassion for the folks we do the job for. That don't understand, will never understand, never mind appreciate. Leave the negativity in 2011 and charge head long into the positives in twenty twelve.
Happy New Year. Never Forget.