I Wish You Could See

I wish you could see the sadness of a businessman as his livelihood goes up in flames, or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or lost for good.

I wish you could know what it is like too search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen below you burn.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 a.m. as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. but wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try to save his life.

I wish you could knew the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, the errieness of being able to see the absolutely nothing in dense smoke sensations that I become too familiar with.

I wish you could understand how it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multiple alarm fire.

I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire "is it a false alarm or a working fire? how is the building constructed? what hazards awaits me? is anyone trapped?" or to an EMS call, "what is wrong with the patient? is it minor or life threatening? is it a caller really in distress? or is he waiting for us with a 2X4 or a gun?"

I wish you could be in the emergency room, as a doctor pronounces dead the beautiful five year-old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes. who will never go on her first date or say the words "I love you mommy" again.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine or my personal vehicle, the driver with his foot pressed down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the horn chain, as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. when you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be "it took you forever to get here!"

I wish you could only know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. "what if this was my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? what are her parents reaction going to be when they open the door to find a police officer with his hat in his hand?"

I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call.

I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of, "It will never happen to me." I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen.

I wish you would know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, or being able to be there in a time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking "is mommy going to be okay?" not even being able to look into his eyes without tears from your own eyes and not knowing what to say.

or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. you know all along he did not have his seat-belt on. a sensation that I have become familiar with. unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us.... I wish you could though.

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APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL FIREFIGHTERS & EMS WORKERS (whether they are volunteers or paid) IN YOUR AREA. ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR OWN LIFE.