About The Author

It certainly was not a part of my life plan. Not even close. However, I can tell you that my eight years as a volunteer firefighter/EMT II, were eight of the best years of my life. And, they still are. No, I don’t jump out the door when the alarm rings. Actually, the town in which I have lived for the past twenty-plus years currently has a full-time career fire-rescue department. When we first moved here in 1990, the fire department was a combo with both career and volunteers; however my back injury prevented me from joining and there was no fire-police49 division in existence. Yet, I still have a “jump bag” in my car, loaded with BLS (Basic Life Support) supplies. Moreover, I have this uncanny knack of being in the right place at the right time, when an emergency occurs. In the over twenty-five years since I left active service due to an injury and having been “disabled” since 1992, I have been first on-scene for numerous motor vehicle crashes, cardiac incidents, falls, and other assorted mishaps. No matter what level of pain I am suffering at that moment, the adrenaline starts pumping and yes, I jump into action, assuring that someone has called 911 and rendering aid until fire-rescue, EMS and police arrive.