Tuesday, May 17, 2011

just me thinking

I'm five foot 3 inches tall.

I weight 180.

When I walked in they gave me 3 months.


It's been three years.


I volunteer as a firefighter and an EMT.

I love it.

At first, the men did everything for me. I honestly just stood there watching. Even in trainings, I wasn't allowed to start certain equipment because "it might get away from me."

It wasn't until I made my first "purchase Point" in a roof and kicked in a door that the guys started taking me seriously.

I feel, sometimes, I work twice as hard as my male counter parts.

Recently, It was another female and I taking the responsibility to clean the road of debris after a rollover. Our male counterparts except for one, was at the rehab center watching us work. The only "work" they did was getting drivers info. The patient walked away from the accident, and was in the ambulance by the time we made to the scene.

I take my volunteerism seriously. I hate when another female joins the company to meet men. I kinda makes me feel like I'm being degraded.

I joined to be an equal.

Recently, I had a baby. My officers understood my time would be cut, and my responsibilities shifted. It was the Black Hats give me crap for not responding. I'm sorry would you like to watch the baby; because, yes I would LOVE to be on that truck.

It's hard to weight out passions. I love my family. Both of them. I have a freedom and a sense of propose with both of them. I get as much love from my firehouse family, as I do from my own. Bullshit aside I love that I have followed this path.

I can only hope that it last.

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