About a month ago, I got really scared.
We were in a smoky first floor above a basement fire. We didn't know it had burned itself out. We had just entered and had the line at the top of the stairs. I had plenty of air in my SCBA. We really hadn't gone to work yet.
It wasn't even that hot.
All of the sudden, my mind felt like it was 2003 and I was in a bunker with those same missiles being shot at me again. I guess that's what they call a flashback.
Fear. A wave of it washed over me.
I was paralyzed. On one hand, my brain knew what was happening. I was just scared, no big deal. On the other hand, my brain was trying to activate all of the responses that our training tells us are incorrect: stand up, rip that thing off your face, run.
The dictionary lists fear as "A feeling of agitation and anxiety caused by the presence or imminence of danger."
Funny how a definition just doesn't do it justice.
Frankly, this whole situation ticks me off. I've been firefighting for a long time. This was by no means my first fire. It wasn't even a good fire.
A mentor told me once, "Courage isn't the absence of fear; it's doing what you have to do in spite of being afraid."
So in spite of the potential embarrassment or ridicule, I'm going to share this with all of you, 30,000+ strangers.
Why?
Because I really don't want to.
But maybe if you respond, and we all share our stories like this, we'll demystify it.
Maybe we can help that brother or sister who's been struggling with it.
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