Technology can be a wonderful thing—sometimes. Twice in the last month, I’ve been able to watch video of fire ground operations, and see my son go in the door—exciting and heartwarming stuff—at least to me.
“Michelle, come see this, it’s great.” She stared silently at the computer screen, hearing the sirens from incoming apparatus, the breaking of glass in the building, the thump of ladders hitting the exterior walls. Music to my ears. Her face had a pinched look, lips drawn together.
“There’s Mike,” I pointed to a firefighter going in the doorway of the burning building. There was a narrowing of her eyes.
“Are you trying to make my acid reflux act up on purpose?” she asked.
“Why, this is just good solid work here—nothing out of the ordinary or exceptionally dangerous.”
I don’t want to know if that’s what he’s doing all the time, and I definitely don’t want to see. Look, there’s fire up there over his head where he just went in,” she said.
“That’s fine,” I said, “they’re getting it from the inside.”
“Thanks, I’ve seen enough. I don’t want to know.”
I remember my Mom used to enjoy seeing an occasional fire, until I joined. Then her reaction became similar to Michelle’s. I guess it’s a good thing YouTube didn’t exist when I was coming up……
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5tfIAx1rRo&feature=view_all&list=PL83AB0D629298E195&index=0
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