The Worst Call: Nightmare Bank When people find out what I do for a living, I get asked the same question time and time again: What is your worst call? Many thoughts run through my head when I am asked this. What constitutes a ’worst call’? A parent’s reaction when I tell them their child has died? Having treated a 12 ...

We all know being a firefighter has its social perks, especially for guys. I go out with the guys from work often and watch certain phenomenons take place. For example, my fellow brothers can walk up to a table full of girls, with a wingman in place of course (as I learned all about the importance of wingmen when I began ...

When I began writing these articles, I never expected the following or the feedback they would receive. However, ultimately that is the goal! To make you think and ponder. To be fair, I thought I would write about something a little different. When I am asked if being a female has ever been a detriment to me or my coworkers, one ...

Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult. -Charlotte Whitton Nothing frustrates me more then the firefighter that believes women don't belong in the fire service. Now, I am not one of those "die hard" feminists. I don't believe women are better then men at everything. I ...

Ladders. It was a word that made my heart race a little. I am not afraid of heights. Nor, am I afraid of a challenge. But there was something about hanging off the side of a ladder taking out a window with an axe in -20 degree weather when the snow was blowing sideways that sent a chill down my spine. ...

Search and rescue: we practice it a lot a the academy. A quick, yet vital step in the firefighting process. When we first began search and rescue in the academy, it soon became apparent that I was a natural. Was it because I had kids and I knew where they would hide when they were scared? Was it woman’s intuition? Who ...

I remember the exact moment I found out I had to attend the fire academy. It was a year and a half ago. My knuckles were white from gripping the chair, my palms were clammy, my heart had dropped into my stomach…simply put, I was petrified. I had spent the last 5 years of my EMS career avoiding that next step. ...