This month I am in New York for a medical school rotation. My family is from here but I hd never been before. I took a walk around the memorial and these were some of my thoughts, which I figured I'd share here as I'm sure many of our members work in public safety.
Being here in New York for the anniversary of September 11 has really helped me understand the significance of this day to the fire service. Living on the west coast my whole life I never understood why it has always felt personal to me.
Standing at the memorial and seeing the engraved names it finally hit home for me: even though in 5 years I was never called to something like this I know exactly what I would have done if it came. I know that this is a truth shared implicitly by those who work in public safety: "If it had been a different year, a different place, it could have been my name."
I think this is the special bond shared by folks working in emergency services: we go where we are called to try and help regardless of what might happen. We may be doing this at a cost to ourselves and we promise to come anyway. Seeing the names in brass of all the people who paid that cost was a powerful reminder of what that promise means.
This year marked my complete retirement from the fire service/EMS as medical school takes me all over the country, but I want to take a chance to thank all of my friends still out there keeping that promise.
Being here in New York for the anniversary of September 11 has really helped me understand the significance of this day to the fire service. Living on the west coast my whole life I never understood why it has always felt personal to me.
Standing at the memorial and seeing the engraved names it finally hit home for me: even though in 5 years I was never called to something like this I know exactly what I would have done if it came. I know that this is a truth shared implicitly by those who work in public safety: "If it had been a different year, a different place, it could have been my name."
I think this is the special bond shared by folks working in emergency services: we go where we are called to try and help regardless of what might happen. We may be doing this at a cost to ourselves and we promise to come anyway. Seeing the names in brass of all the people who paid that cost was a powerful reminder of what that promise means.
This year marked my complete retirement from the fire service/EMS as medical school takes me all over the country, but I want to take a chance to thank all of my friends still out there keeping that promise.