“…am I this way because I was a firefighter, or was I a firefighter because this is who I am?”
I’m in my yard rambling, and while my body wanders through the gardens and weeds my mind wanders into places that I should have forgotten years ago. Sometimes a TV show does it, just last night while watching an episode of Doc Martin on Netflix I found myself in the back of an ambulance with the crew, starting IV’s controlling blood loss, tubing-basically being the big shot I used to be. Then it was over, and I was just a guy at home watching TV. Today, I heard sirens in the distance, and I left my yard for a moment and was back at it, back in the fight, doing the job. Eventually the sirens faded, and I returned to my garden, but I have to wonder; am I this way because I was a firefighter, or was I a firefighter because this is who I am?