Friday, September 14, 2012

What is a protector, lifesaver, a HERO worth?

WHAT IS A FIREFIGHTER WORTH??

There has been so much talk recently about things like containing costs, lowering taxes, and those who work in public safety being overpaid - particularly firefighters - that it could make your head spin. We’ve all done the “simple math,” crunched the numbers, and it all seems to boil down to a simple question. What are firefighters worth? 


I guess that depends. We live in a country that seems to have forgotten what our priorities are. A man can be a skilled athlete who happens to throw and catch a football well, and make millions and millions of dollars to do so. And we as a society are not only OK with that, but we gather in front of our televisions and cheer that man on. Meanwhile, a firefighter kisses his children goodbye before every shift knowing the harsh reality that it very well could be the last time he will see them, and he is fighting tooth and nail for decent health coverage and substantial pay to support those children.

He is the man that you call when your elderly father has a stroke. He is the person that will extract your 16-year-old son from a mangled vehicle on the highway in the middle of the night. He is the person that will be there in a heartbeat when your newborn infant stops breathing. He is the person who is exposed to countless dangerous scenarios and has seen horrific things during his career that would psychologically haunt most of us for the rest of our lives. We trust him to save our homes and belongings in the event of a disastrous fire, and we trust him to keep us breathing and our hearts beating when we face our most critical moments. What is he worth to you?

He sometimes will go days without sleep, and make life altering decisions on every call he shows up to. He has missed family meals, bedtime stories, Christmas mornings, school plays, anniversaries, Thanksgiving dinners, and his own children’s birthdays. We all know that life is so very short, and firefighters sacrifice precious time with the most important people in their lives to save the lives of the most important people in yours. And now they have to defend and protect their pensions, well deserved health benefits, and their paychecks. It has been proposed by some that they lose many of their benefits, and work extra shifts that they will not be compensated for. There seems to be a serious misconception that firefighters are in it for the monetary gain, and more and more often have been portrayed in a negative light for actually expecting to be compensated for the sacrifices that they make to do their job. For an individual that has chosen this selfless career, it begs the question: Is it worth it?

Most of us are willing to pay a little extra for something if it is important to us,¬whether it be the shoes we wear, the doctor we choose to treat us, or even the cup of coffee we drink. It is something that we value, therefore it is worth the cost. Most would agree that our safety and protection is of unmeasurable value. Those of us that are skilled in math may look at the numbers and think that stripping those who serve our public of their way to earn a decent living is an answer to a financial equation. But firefighters and their families are not numbers on a piece of paper. They are human beings that are doing their jobs every day to the best of their ability, and possibly sacrificing their own lives for the life of a stranger. Not many of us in our right mind would do that for free, and no one should have to.

So before making our minds up that firefighters are the financial problem, sit down with a local firefighter and ask him about his job. Ask him about his wife and his sons or daughters, what kind of house he lives in, and what type of car he drives. And then ask yourself, if you were to take on such a career, what would you expect in return?


** I DID NOT WRITE THIS.  This comes from a friend of a former ambulance partner.  She wishes to remain anonymous.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

To Rise From The Ashes... (Part III)

It has been continuously surprising to me what a big move like this can do for the mind and soul.  I've made changes within things in my life that I've wanted to do but never had the drive to do, and now it's happening almost automatically.  I've been keeping a journal of all my meals, showing total calorie intake and total calories burned for each day.  (There's an amazing app for that!)  I've been physically active, working out, and more driven.  I've had this continuous sensation of positivity and energy.  Had you told me a year ago that I would become a calorie counter and label reader by now, I would have laughed in your face.

Along with the changes, were the wonders I'd be taking in.  For a normal city person, these were just everyday things.  For a Salt Lake City city person, a whole new world was in front of me, and I was viewing city life through the eyes of a fresh starting 18-year-old again.  The first weekend I was here, for example, was one HALLELOO of a welcome!  Since I live in the neighborhood known as Boystown, I am right in the epicenter of homosexual life in the city of Chicago.  That weekend was Market Days, a weekend long street festival that entertains somewhere in the area of 30,000 people.  This neighborhood street festival comes very close to rivaling numbers for the population of Pride Day for all of Utah!  What a hell of a welcome!

Another surprise to me was how warmly and quickly I was welcomed.  I already have an amazing circle of friends, and meet more people all the time.  The majority of the community here (in this part of town, anyway) is friendly, and I've met some of the most unique, fun, and friendly people!  I love it.

One more great thing about where I'm at in this transition, is that I've already developed a system of checks and balances within my great new circle of friends.  Being a creature of habit, and one who's been fighting with repeating patterns all my life, I've come close to repeating a negative cycle of behavior but received a simple but loving tisk-tisk that I needed to get back on track again.  Knowing that people already have my back out here just makes me want to work even harder to establish myself as a great success in this community!

So there it is, the story of my journey from Salt Lake City to Chicago.  Its funny, I've known for YEARS that I needed to move from Salt Lake City, but things were never in proper alignment.  I'm glad to finally be where I need to be so I can grow as a person again.  Staying in the same place in life for so many years was horrible, I just never knew it until I had finally escaped it.

Cheers to my amazing friends who've supported my new adventures.  I love and miss you always!  Lets also have a cheers to my new friends, who've already showed genuine interest in me, and welcomed me with open arms.

(A friendly reminder for those of you who are new to my blog.  I'll often post a song within one of my entries that will match my mood, or thoughts within a particular subject.)

Wide Awake - A perfect song to fit this post. Click to hear!