Thought I start off a new blog on here titled "Journey". Hmm!! I love writing blogs lol, and I enjoy people reading them. But anyway back to what I came here to do. For so long I had my mind set on one thing, and that was to become a Forensic Scientist. So many shows inspired me to do that, and I was always content in knowing for sure that was my calling. I did everything in making that possible. Studying anything that had to do with Forensics, looked for school's who offered the best programs, and even looked at a few dead bodies. It's safe to say I was happy with my choice!! But one day I woke up, and I didn't feel the same. I lost all hope in being a Forensic scientist. The passion the flame I had for it was gone. I am not quite sure what it was. Maybe it could have been the passing of my father. Seems like when he passed I couldn't deal with death anymore. It physically hurt my soul to hear of someones passing. After that it took me along time to deal with death the same, and alot of soul searching to figure out what I wanted to do in life. My future career was crushed didn't want to go back to that. I took a few classes at the school, and I didn't retain alot because I wasn't interested. So I found myself pulling out of classes, and not getting excited about anything anymore. While I pondered on what it is I wanted to do I began taking weightlifting classes. Just so happens one day while working out my Boyfriend started talking to the Fire fitness teacher up at the school. I started to walk out the door, and she told me you should come check out the fire program. Me?? I thought. She was like "yeah!! go to the school website pull up the packet, and read it over". To be honest I have never thought myself to be a firefighter not at all. I went home that same day hopped online, and I pulled up the application. I was amazed by the information I was reading I started getting that excited feeling I get about something. Then something hit me like a bag of bricks. How was I going to deal with the death aspect? So again I was stuck back in the same position. The next day I call in turn my packet in for the fire classes completely knowing I wasn't ready for any type of death. But later on that day one of my teachers AWESOME person. Started talking to us about how he couldn't handle death either, and how he finally got over it. Then that's when that feeling of excitment came back. I was happy again about something, and it's great to say I am dealing and handling death alot better. My "NEW" journey starts now. I am completely excited about my future as a firefighter paramedic!! I will be attending the 49th Fire Academy in the fall, and I am getting myself into the explorers program. I am so happy I found something that makes me happy, and something that will make others lives safer.


Until we meet again,

Shanice