I volunteer to save lives.
Everyone loves firefighters ... especially ones that are volunteers. Running into a burning building is crazy enough as it is when getting paid a salary. However, when doing the same thing without any monetary compensation or something tangible in return is entirely different.
Which is why I do it.
One of the biggest problems in our world today is that people are not willing to help their fellow man without expecting something in return. In our "what have you done for me lately" society, not many people help others just to help others.
Some people work in a food bank. Some people build houses with Habitat for Humanity. Some are mentors at Big Brothers-Big Sisters.
I spend my free time as Reserve (volunteer) Firefighter with the Eureka Fire Protection District. I just completed my 14 week basic recruit class, but everyone should know that a firefighter's training is never done. Firefighters know quite well the importance of education and the attitude of never stop learning, after all, it could mean the difference between life and death- not just for us, but for a complete stranger we're trying to save.
I volunteer to save lives.
What do you do with your free time?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Saying Goodbye
Dear Potential Employers,
I'm sorry but I must take a break from my regularly scheduled blogging to write a tribute to my grandmother Wilma Bush Fischer who passed away late last week.
Saying good-bye to someone you love no matter what the circumstances is never easy. She had been battling with Alzheimer's and dementia for years, so needless to say I was much more at please with this death than my grandfather's this past summer. Her suffering is now over and she is in Heaven with my grandfather. However, I still felt my eyes welling up with tears and my voice cracking as the pastor spoke his words. I think it was because the pastor forced us to remember all the good times instead of the bad.
Yes, my "Gama" probably smoked a little too much, drank a little too much, cussed a little too much and was stubborn to the core, but she loved her family and encouraged them to reach their full potential which is now seen in her four children and ten grandchildren. Her memory and spirit lives on with us. I remember how proud she was when I told her I would attend her alma mater Indiana University. She could have died happy right then and there knowing her oldest grandson would graduate from Old IU.
Next week, I hope to have another post on why your company should hire me. And if you don't, Wilma's rage will rain down upon thee from the heavens above!
I'm sorry but I must take a break from my regularly scheduled blogging to write a tribute to my grandmother Wilma Bush Fischer who passed away late last week.
Saying good-bye to someone you love no matter what the circumstances is never easy. She had been battling with Alzheimer's and dementia for years, so needless to say I was much more at please with this death than my grandfather's this past summer. Her suffering is now over and she is in Heaven with my grandfather. However, I still felt my eyes welling up with tears and my voice cracking as the pastor spoke his words. I think it was because the pastor forced us to remember all the good times instead of the bad.
Yes, my "Gama" probably smoked a little too much, drank a little too much, cussed a little too much and was stubborn to the core, but she loved her family and encouraged them to reach their full potential which is now seen in her four children and ten grandchildren. Her memory and spirit lives on with us. I remember how proud she was when I told her I would attend her alma mater Indiana University. She could have died happy right then and there knowing her oldest grandson would graduate from Old IU.
Next week, I hope to have another post on why your company should hire me. And if you don't, Wilma's rage will rain down upon thee from the heavens above!
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