Not sitting on my couch tonight, my laptop and its hot battery not toasting my legs as I type out some monotonous details of our life with teens. This evening I come to you from the pits of Lonsdale in the shadow of Sharps Ridge, inside the brick walls of fire station seven, home of the "lucky 7's". For 91 years this building housed some of Knoxville's bravest firefighters. Tonight, under the fearless leadership of Captain Faddis along with Senior firefighter Mike Dyke and Firefighter Howard, live the privilege of my first ride along.
The day had been quiet until late afternoon when we responded to an apartment fire. 78 mph up I 75 lights and sirens a-blaring, fire and smoke. It was a fire, a small fire but still a fire. For someone to respond to a fire on their first day exposed to this line of work is pretty lucky. Not so lucky for the little lady who's now charred mattress lies in her yard.
In my 14 month trek to become a firefighter I have felt a barrage of emotions, questions and doubts. 13 hours into my firefighting career (be it a trial run) I'm confident of my path, I like this job. June 9th is the first day of training academy. Six months of intense learning and exercise. I can safely say I'm ready, and with the kindness and friendship of the squad seven blue shift I feel good about my new career choice.
