On a cool afternoon I rang the doorbell to a firehouse located in Phoenix, Arizona. I had feelings of anxiousness and was waiting very impatiently at the door. My preconceptions were that I would speak with a very buff male (probably someone who looked as if they were in the WWF), that I would meet nothing but arrogant cocky guys who wanted to be a bunch of heroes, and that I would see them flying down poles and cute white Dalmatians chasing after their “little” red engines that could. All of this was thrown to the back of my mind as the door creaked open.

A small, brown-haired, friendly woman answered in her casual clothes of a t-shirt and sweats saying, “Come on in, you’re Lori, right?” I nodded my head and entered the red brick home. “My name is Gina. Come follow me and I’ll show you around, introduce you to the captain and our team.” She pointed to a few guys in the living room and I smiled and said hello. Their living room had a few nice leather chairs and a good size TV, they seemed pretty casual and were having a good time talking and laughing over a game of baseball.

I followed Gina from the living room into their kitchen. They had a

“that’s the hardest one right there, helping someone and hoping they make it and then they don’t come through. But the way I deal with that anger and emotion is knowing that God had a bigger and better purpose for them. Firemen are in the business of helping people, and it isn‘t the easiest job.”

Firefighters work 24 hours straight with one or two days off doesn’t seem like a lot of fun to me. Firefighters can sleep on the job, but it is rare if they reside in a large city like Phoenix. Their life is mainly helping people; they also eat, sleep, and work out-when they have the time, of course. I wanted to find out a true account of what Gina had felt while she was showing me around, so I asked her a few questions.

“Well, it’s hard because we’re people. We get frustrated easily and get angry. We push that aside and try to think of the next thing we can do to help, for example helping someone else out of an accident or fire.”

Looking back to that day I found out that my preconceptions of this job were really wrong! I loved hanging out with all the firefighters and especially with Gina. They were goofy yet normal people who anyone

might see walking on the street and never think of twice about the fact they are heroes. The real stunning part is that maybe someday one or more of them will be saving your life.

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