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56 Year Old · Male · From Hershey, PA · Invited by: marketman · Joined on May 1, 2006 · Born on July 13th
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56 Year Old · Male · From Hershey, PA · Invited by: marketman · Joined on May 1, 2006 · Born on July 13th
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I'm 38. live in Hershey PA. where i am a member of the fire dept.

Im a Singular Parent,I got 3 kids...my oldest son Evan, has left for the Army last June 16th... And will Be heading to the Big Sand Box sometime in Feb. .I wish Him And all the members of his unit Gods Speed And a Safe return home...... I've updated my pics so feel free to take a look and leave a few comment if ya want. Also if you want to chat sometime... i have yahoo messenger..my s/n name is smokejumpr97


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56 Year Old · Male · From Hershey, PA · Invited by: marketman · Joined on May 1, 2006 · Born on July 13th
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I Wish You Could

I Wish You Could

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

I wish you could know what it is to 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 beneath you burns.

I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 AM as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against hope to bring him back, knowing all along it is too 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 eerinedd of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke, "Sensations that I have 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 this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped?" or to an EMS call, "What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life threatening? Is the 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 the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little five year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty five 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, the driver with his foot pressing 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 wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile, "What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? What were her parents' reactions going to be as they open the door to find a police officer, Hat In Hand?"

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

I wish you could feel my 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 of missed meals, lost sleep, and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed.

I wish you could know the brotherhood and self satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someones property, of being there in times of crisis, or creating order from total chaos.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking, "Is my mommy ok?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have held 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 seatbelt on, "Once again, sensations I have become too 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!"


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