I WISH YOU COULD KNOW
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 there house and belongings damaged or destoryed .
I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, you palms and knees burnng as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.
I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.m. as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none. I started CPRanyway, hoping aganst hope to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is to late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done.
I wish you could know 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, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke--"sensations that I have become to familiar with."
I wish you could understnd how it feels to go to school in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet at a multple alarm fire.
I wish you could read my mind as I repond ro a building fire. Is this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped? 'Or to and EMS call, what is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life- threatening ? Is the caller really in distress or s he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?
I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty-five minuts, 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, the driver with his foot pressin down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain , as you fail to yield 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 whis you coulld read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile. W if this were my sister, my girlfriend , or a friend ? What were her parents' reactions goig to be as they open the door to find a police officer, HAT IN HAND ?'
I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes phsically, abuse us or belittle what I do , or as they epress there attitudes of, " It will never happen to me."
I wish you could realize the physical, emotionalm and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activitiesm in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed.
I wish you could know the brotherhood and sisterhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or presering someone's property , of being there in timesof crisis, or creating order from total CHAOS.
I wishyou could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking, "Is my mommy o.k.?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have hole back a long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You knowing all along he did not have his seat belt on--sensations that I have become to familiar with .
Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am , what we are, or what our job really means to us ..
I WISH YOU COULD!
DONE BY FIRE FIGHTER CHRISTINE
