Doorbell rings. Up out of my chair I go, running to the front door of 31's.
At first, I thought something was wrong with her. She had a look on her face that did not sit well with me. After asking how I could help, she politely requested a copy of a fire report. Curious, I casually asked what her address was, and after she replied, I knew why she had the look of sorrow upon her face.
During my stint at 31's last week, I encountered much more fire than my previous twelve months. It was all well and good. Then I saw the look on this lady's face. And never seeing the other side, and how it affects those individuals was quite eye opening to me. She didn't even have to say anything. Almost dumbfounded. I was at her residence when it was burning up. All those personal possessions that she may have worked so hard for. Gone. Just burnt up scraps of what they once were.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's unfortunate what others have to go through as we firefighters "have fun" putting the wet stuff on the red stuff. Now don't get me wrong, I'm still looking forward to my next good sea of flames. It's just what can I learn from my standpoint.
Byrge
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