Today is the 1 year anniversary of the day when the woman shot herself on the Meijer parking lot. The following blog is copied from my old Live Journal blog which I wrote in the days following the incident. I've left the spelling as is, please understand that I was in no mood for spell check at the time. R.I.P. Deborah.

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All of us have heard it. All emergency personell are accussed of it. Some people truely believe that the only reason we join the fire dept, ems or even police is so we can feel powerful and for the almighty lights and sirens.

Recently, I heard a person accusing my fire department of this idiotic idea. Although I did not say anthing because I knew I would loose my temper and make the department look bad, I couldnt help but let it anger me. How could people even come up with this idea?…

It never ceases to amaze me that almost every day Billy Goldfeder has to post to the secret list another FF fatality or serious injury. Our job is dangerous, risky and what we do. I honestly thought that by this point in my Emergency Service career we would have made a difference in reducing the loss of life and critical injuries we suffer. I am continiually amazed that parts of our American Fire Service still don't have 2 in 2 out, RIT, or even wear seatbelts. I truely wish that we could…

I took the written test for Broken Arrow Fire yesterday, and I took the Physical Ablilities Test this morning and passed both. They are fast tracking all of us, and I interview on Tuesday, so hopefully it will go well.

I WISH YOU COULD...

I wish you could see the sadness of a business man as his

livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home,

only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed.

I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom

for trapped children, flames rolling above your head,

your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor

sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns.

I wish you…