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    Thumbs up I WISH YOU COULD (Found this on the net)

    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 a.m.
    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 intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife
    and family to know everything possible was done.


    I wish you knew 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,
    the erieness 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 school
    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-treating? 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 a doctor
    pronounces dead the beautiful little 5 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 engine,
    the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal,
    my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain,
    as your feel 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 your forever to get here!"


    I wish you could know 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 opened
    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 and family, not having the heart to tell
    them that I nearly did not come back from the 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 know the physical, emotional and
    mental drain or 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 someone's property, or
    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 at your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?"
    Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your
    own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a
    long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing
    done on him as they take him away in the ambulance.
    You know all along he did not have his seat belt on-
    a sensation that 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 mean to us.


    I wish you could...

    Author Unknown


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    WOW.. just wow.. that was amazing
    Service Through Courage


    NEVER FORGET 9/11/01

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    Quote Originally Posted by Futureemt73193 View Post
    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 a.m.
    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 intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife
    and family to know everything possible was done.


    I wish you knew 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,
    the erieness 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 school
    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-treating? 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 a doctor
    pronounces dead the beautiful little 5 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 engine,
    the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal,
    my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain,
    as your feel 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 your forever to get here!"


    I wish you could know 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 opened
    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 and family, not having the heart to tell
    them that I nearly did not come back from the 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 know the physical, emotional and
    mental drain or 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 someone's property, or
    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 at your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?"
    Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your
    own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a
    long-time friend who watches his buddy having rescue breathing
    done on him as they take him away in the ambulance.
    You know all along he did not have his seat belt on-
    a sensation that 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 mean to us.


    I wish you could...

    Author Unknown
    Brother, that is completely true!!!! Well, I never experienced all of those things but I can just imagine. What most don't get is that firefighting is not just a physical strain. It is emotional too. When you hear the doctor pronounce a 5-year old little girl dead when you've been trying to revive her for 25 minutes, it takes a toll on your soul. When you are desperately putting every drop of sweat into trying to preserve property for the owner and you fail in doing so, it takes an emotional toll. Yes, this profession is physically demanding but the emotional stress is just as bad or maybe even worse. Plus there are some ungrateful people out their who take every minute - every second - of their lives for granted, not even trying to realize for a second how fragile life is and how much you should be thanking God for every passing moment. When people talk down on firefighters and/or the profession of firefighting, I just tell them to put on some turnouts and try fighting a fire. See how easy it is. But that's just the thing, it's not. Not at all! I've been to my fair share of practice live burns and we are in full turnout gear, air packs and all. When you get up close you can feel the intense heat of the blaze and the weight of the air pack feels like it is gradually increasing as each second passes. Until civilians experience that kind of scenerio, they will never ever have a clue of what kind of work we do and how so few can actually stick with it.
    FDNY | 343 | NEVER FORGET

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