FIREAXE205’s BodyBlog

A firemans life, it may take you two minutes to read this, but if you
do not
> take the time to read this you are one of the people this post is
talking about.
>
> You stay up for 16 hours
> He’s been up for 48 straight
> You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
> The rain in the middle of the interstate keeps him awake.
> You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
> He’s chilled to the bone, hasnt eaten all day, has the flu, and then
runs into
> a burning building
> You drink your coffee on your way to the mall.
> He pumps on a five years olds chest all the way to the hospital.
> You make sure you’re cell phone is in your pocket.
> He makes sure the pass device on his pack is working.
> You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren’t with you.
> He watches his buddy fall through four floors.
> You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
> He walks down the highway looking for the motorcyclists missing
limb.
> You complain about how hot it is.
> He wears fifty pounds of gear in the middle of July and drags a body
out of
> 1600 degree flames.
> You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your
order wrong.
> He hasnt seen a meal since last shift ate breakfast.
> Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
> He’s worn the same stinking, wet, grungy clothes for the past 24
hours….no
> time for a shower.
> You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
> He holds the hair of some college girl while she’s puking in the
back of the
> ambo.
> You’re angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
> His shift ended 2 hours ago and he’s on for another 24 hours at a
station
> thirty miles away.
> You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
> He calls his girlfriend to tell her he made it back alive….then
leaves
> abrubtly for another fire.
> You yell and scream at the engine that just past you beacuse they
slowed you
> down.
> He’s in the back of the engine, going to cut somebody out of their
car only to
> find out that they’re dead and their daughter is barely alive.
> You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
> He cries as he hears his new born cry in the hospital by
phone….but he was
> taking a drunk teenager in when his boy was born.
> You criticize your fire dept and say they’re never there quick
enough anyways.
> He blows the air horn while the person in front of them refuses to
move while
> talking on their cell phone and doing their makeup.
> You hear the jokes about fallen firefighters and say they should
have known
> better.
> He feels the floor give way while he is carrying an old lady from
her bedroom
> and falls into the unknown.
> You see the bright lights when you go by.
> He sees the broken bodies lying around the car.
> You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don’t.
> He looks into buying a bullet proof vest because he’s been shot at
trying to
> save the shooting victims life.
> You stay at home and watch TV.
> He takes his spare time to wash the wagon, restock the ambo and
maybe call his
> mother to tell her not to worry, he’ll be home the next night
> You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get
comfortable.
> He tries to sleep on his spring board bed but keeps getting woken up
by the
> gong and bell, ahh, one hour of sleep, it should do till tommorow
night.
> You sit there and judge him, saying that it’s a waste of money to
have them
> around.
> Garbage truck workers make more than he does, but its not for the
money, it’s
> for the people who dont appreciate what he does.