Do you all remember this summer when I did the post about my son racing his motorcycle? I clearly asked him to find a hobby that didn’t endanger his life, like knitting, did he listen to his old mom? No, instead he joined the fire department. No risk in that, right? Boys, why do they have to pick such dangerous jobs to do? Since his official start date he has been called to a car roll over and fought a house fire. Now take into consideration he’d only been with the fire department for 3 days and already has been toned out twice.
I’m not sure my nerves can take it. Mind you we live in a community with 1,000 people. How in the world could our village possible have that much action? Our fire department also is back up assist to two surrounding towns so there will be times my son get’s called out to help those departments. He’s number 19 and anything with the number 9 in it is a family tradition and considered good luck.
Last night he handed out candy to trick-or-treaters at the fire station. All the kids are so impressed with the fire fighters and the big red fire trucks. I went in to take photos of the night and will have some printed off to to display in our home.
I’ve a very proud mama of a great kid but danger seems to be his thing. The next thing he’s going to do is train for ice rescue….and once again, dangerous. He’s 21, has a full time day job and want’s to help the community so he feels it’s part of his duty to serve. So next time you pray please add my son to your list just for a little extra assurance.