Monday, October 11, 2010


Like a Phoenix rising, there is a part of me that is reborn every time I fight a fire. I am not sure why, but the smell of fire gives me energy, as does the roar of the flames and the sound of my blood as it pounds with that heartbeat staccato in my ears. And the look of a fire... to stand up close to something so powerful is what all firefighters dream of. When facing fire, I feel exhilarated. Rejuvenated. Alive. Yet with each fire I fight, I also know a part of me dies. Whatever toxic smoke I've inhaled is sure to have destroyed cells in my lungs perhaps taking minutes or years off my life, muscle fibres have deteriorated from the strain of exertion, and those really bad calls involving violence chips away at my belief in humanity. But this force of nature called fire is the siren song that keeps me coming back for more.

1 comment:

  1. Hey!

    I just got back from a Fire Station Visit! I was so excited, even though it was really for my son's kinder excursion, but nevertheless... I was the one who was really excited! I was so amazed at how clean it was. I've had my fair share of kitchen fires..and knowing how sooty it could get, I was really amazed that everything was quite sootless!

    And..oh, the firemen were... just amazing. I wanted to ask if there were firewomen. :D

    Just wanted to thank you for sharing your insights as a fire-fighting mama!