But here’s my short but still rambling answer to the question.
First, I need to set expectations. Firefighting is not my full time job. I have the luxury of not answering calls for whatever reason I might have (regardless of how my conscience will treat me for the decision). My call volume is pretty low; I go days without answering a call, sometimes an entire week. Paid firefighters run dozens of calls every day, sometimes more. There are people in my local volunteer community who do this job full time, AND work EMS as a second job, AND volunteer at the same time. I can’t hold a candle to these people. Keep this in mind - my professional life, and my average professional day, is a lot more like Office Space than Backdraft.
Lots of firefighters have had a dream of being a firefighter ever since they were a kid. For many of them it’s a proud family tradition. Others were just infatuated with fire trucks. At least one will say “because chicks love the uniform”. I’m not one of those people. The first real memory I have of fire trucks or firemen was when I accidentally lit off 40 acres of hay field with fireworks as a teen. I saw Backdraft as a kid. I don’t recall thinking, at any point in my life, “yeah that’s what I want to do with my life”. I didn’t have any malice or disrespect for the profession that I can remember, I just simply never thought about it being an option.
@@ -492,32 +492,32 @@Given that those were my possible expectations as a young man, I was also surprised when I lived past 30, made firefighting part of my identity, and firefighters became my tribe. But growing old is a funny thing - nobody knows exactly how we’re going to develop. Nobody really knows who they’re going to be when they get old.
This is not one factor, rather it’s a composite of several factors, or maybe a motivation.
At some point, probably about 10 years ago, I looked around at my peers in my technology career and realized something. I didn’t want to be like most of them. I certainly did not want to be like most of the people I saw in executive or senior leadership roles. Don’t get me wrong, I found plenty of peers whom I admired, several who had traits I emulated, and I found at least a few mentors in those executive and senior leaders. But by and large, when I looked around and above me, I didn’t like (at worst) and felt completely alien from (at best) the people and culture I found there.
I don’t know a better way to say it than this: there are a whole lot of people walking around out there who have already died, they just don’t know it yet. And if they know it, they don’t know what to do about it, so they are just out there going through the motions of pretending to be alive. It’s like watching ghosts who still have their skin.
Different people have different reasons for reaching this state. Maybe they spent their life on their career, and then one day they woke up to find themselves hollowed out and burnt up for a system that neither cares for nor filled them in return. Some of them lost their purpose in life (or never found it at all), so every day of existence is a tedious chore. Some of them are filled with regret for how they have lived their lives and long for a chance to do it again, or become bitter towards others for it. Some of them have lost their connection to God, and therefore are trying to justify hoping against nihilism. And there are doubtless other reasons too.
To be fair, there are people in every profession that are walking around like that. Including soldiers, police, paramedics, and firefighters. So a profession or skillset does not cure it on its own. But it’s a part of the recipe for the cure to the walking dead.
Once I saw it and realized what I was seeing, I realized that I could not live like these people. If that was my option, I’d rather just be dead on the outside and be done with it. And, along the way, I made a discovery that was startling to me: I didn’t want to die yet. Not to be confused with the fear of death, I simply wasn’t interested in that option. So I had to find a way to start digging out of this hole I found myself in.
Like I said, my career has put and kept me behind a desk. Part of looking around at my peers in my career was also looking at my self, and I didn’t like what I saw. I was in my mid 30s, hedonistic, addicted, out of shape, and my mental state was an absolute wreck. The funny thing about it was, in the specific career I was in, none of that mattered. There were no real consequences for leaving work, hitting the bar, drinking yourself half to death, acting a complete fool, pouring yourself into an uber (if you were smart - and not all of us were), and sleeping it off - as long as you were back at the office in time for the 8:30 standup meeting. In fact many of the offices I worked at encouraged that kind of culture. At some point I realized that the life I was leading behind the desk was gonna kill me, and I wasn’t okay with that.
I’ve dabbled in gardening my whole life. My family were professional farmers if you go back two generations from me, and some of that is still in me as a gardener. Through that, I’ve discovered that there is great delight in simple things - like moving heavy things or digging holes. I found that there was great peace to be found in getting outside, feeling the sun on my body, and feeling the muscles that God gave me doing some meaningful work. It was a sort of catharsis in motion, a healing work, a silent protest against the physical decay of my profession.
My brother James (God rest him) used to call our brother Robert “Hard Way”. He gave Robert this nickname because Robert intentionally chose to do everything the hard way, for the longest time. Had to dig some postholes? Don’t use the tractor and auger, get a posthole digger. Need to move some stone? Don’t use the truck or tractor, carry or roll them. It took me a while to understand the wisdom of “Hard Way”, but now I finally get it. Embrace the suck. Do the hard thing. Discipline your mind and body to love it.
Firefighting is hard work. And I mean hard. It is one of the most physically demanding things I have ever done, and it requires that I keep myself in the best shape I can be in. And the motivation for that is real: it’s not about looking good, or feeling good, it’s about being fit to save my life or someone else’s in an impossibly difficult situation. Firefighters wear anywhere between 50 and 80 pounds of equipment, even more depending on the task at hand. The gear is hot - imagine wearing winter coveralls while working in the hottest environment you can imagine, doing incredibly difficult physical work. Now put a mask on your face that restricts your vision to a small tunnel, and makes it harder for you to breathe. Now go work harder.
@@ -525,7 +525,7 @@For a man (not just men but especially for men), there is not much better than being surrounded by other men who all have each others’ back. Knowing that you are a member of a strong tribe that is held together not by circumstance, or by birth, or by forcible assignment, but by merit and honor is a cord of three strands.
I have long sought the presence of this tribe, and have moved through a few of them. There are, thank God, many places for men to find such a tribe. You can find it in negative places - many men find it in gang culture, for example - so some discernment is required to join the right tribe that will ultimately lift you up not only as a high functioning biological male but as a good man. For a long time I didn’t understand the difference here and wound up in some of the wrong places, or in the right places for the wrong reasons. But I wound up attached to many good examples of such tribes - most notably the Bujinkan dojo, the Order of Christian Knights, and the Georgia State Defense Force. I have found it in all of these places, and most recently in the fire service.
Tribes tend to be local things. Soldiers, for example, are a vocation, and they have a shared recognition and respect for each other - but members of the same unit are a tribe. They train together, they eat together, they work together, they celebrate success and lament failure together. So when I have moved, and I have moved many times in my life, I wound up moving from one tribe to another.
@@ -540,26 +540,26 @@ Shall be my brotherWilliam Shakespeare, Henry V, St Crispin’s Day Speech
Part of being in a tribe of men like I’m describing here are concepts like earning your spot, gaining and maintaining honor, and carrying your own weight. These ultimately all boil down to espousing high standards, and holding each other accountable to them. It’s about having honor. Put quite simply, “Honor” is having the respect of those whose respect is worth having.
In the fire service, if you aren’t meeting the standard, there’s nowhere to hide. There’s no hiding the fact that you can’t drag that unconscious victim, or get on that roof, or haul that hose, or breach that door, or push into that fire. Everyone can see it. The fire service is one of the few places left that have a functioning honor group (along with military, law enforcement, EMS, and a few others) for this reason: you can’t bullshit your way through it, and the tribe will viciously protect its capability and its reputation from your own lackadaisical bullshit.
For firefighters specifically, we have expectations placed upon us by those outside of our own honor group: the general public. When the public calls 911 because their house is on fire or their loved one is dying, they don’t know if you’re a volunteer. They don’t know how much sleep you have had, how you have been eating, how hydrated you are, or how many workouts you have skipped. They expect a physically fit, mentally alert, well equipped, well educated tactician to step off that truck who will know what to do, and who will immediately set about doing it. If that doesn’t seem fair, stop and consider this. Imagine that your house is on fire, and your loved one is trapped inside. You call 911. Who, exactly, are you expecting to step off that truck? Firefighters welcome that image, and those of us who seek the honor of our peers, and who truly want to serve the public, do our best to live up to it.
As a man, if you haven’t experienced what it’s like to approach one of these tribes, these honor groups from outside, figure out what their standards are, push yourself to try and meet them, and finally have them slap you on the back and call you brother - it’s impossible to explain how that feels. And once you’re holding it, once you’re a part of that tribe, that legacy, you viciously protect it too. Because the value of what you have earned is precious, and only those who have held it will ever understand that.
My brother James (God rest him), before he died, used to give me grief about how I would often get involved in situations that (strictly speaking) weren’t my problem. I remember one facebook disagreement about going outside of my apartment (at the time) to investigate the sound of a woman in distress. He said he wouldn’t have done that, because why get involved in someone else’s BS when you will not only not be thanked but may in fact get yourself domed in the process. He would say I was “putting on the red boots and cape” to go be superman. I recall we got pretty upset over that one - especially considering how similar we were in our stances on the necessity of fighting evil and protecting the helpless. Brothers get over these kinds of things, and when he passed, I doubt either of us were thinking about this conversation. But it sticks with me when I think about this “why” question.
Ultimately, I want to make my community better. Our local community is a vertical slice of our larger society. Our local community inherits things from society, and contributes things back to that society. This relationship works the same way at the individual level: we all receive things from our community, and we give back to that community. Therefore, if we want a better, healthier society, we must first improve ourselves, and then we can give back to others, then the community gets better. If we all do this enough, society as a whole gets better.
Ultimately we have to start where we are - we are the people we are, we live in the communities we live in, and we have the skills and talents we have right now. The important thing about this is not waiting. Do what you can where you are right now. I promise you, no matter what you can do, someone around you needs it.
When Hurricane Harvey struck Houston Texas in 2017, I felt compelled to go down and help. There’s a whole lot to that story, but the short version is that I wound up spending the next week driving across the country, living out of my truck with a complete stranger (who became my friend) as we helped distribute food and tear apart flood damaged structures in the suburbs of Houston. After I got back from this event, I wanted to find a way to become directly involved with my local community, with a group that performed direct actions to support individuals in distress. I wound up connecting with Skagit Ground Search and Rescue in Skagit county Washington where I lived.
It is impossible for me to say just how important my time with GSAR was. I would absolutely not be the person I am today without the time I spent, the friends I made, and the lessons I learned (about myself and others) in Skagit Ground Search and Rescue. I spent 4 years with them, and worked with them through the COVID era. I met several firefighters in SAR - many members were EMTs and career firefighters who volunteered with SAR in their off time. I got to know them, and more about their profession, through SAR. When I had to move away from Skagit back to Georgia, leaving this tribe (and their mission) behind was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. I miss them all terribly.
@@ -568,7 +568,7 @@ Shall be my brotherIf you want to live in a functional community, you need to have functional civil and emergency services. You need government that functions, businesses that provide jobs goods and services, trash trucks that pick up refuse on a schedule, fresh water that flows from the tap, functional sewage systems, police that can respond in force, ambulances that can transport to hospitals, and fire trucks in good repair that can arrive quickly to suppress fire. And all of these services need to be fully staffed. If any part of this breaks down, everything suffers, especially the people.
Marion county Georgia is my home. My wife and 3 children live here. My mother in law and her husband live here. Many of my friends live here. If I don’t step up and volunteer, then not only does the community suffer, my family personally suffers, and I suffer individually. Nobody wants their house to burn down, or for their loved one to die because there was nobody around who could perform CPR. That is not the kind of community I want my children to grow up in, let alone inherit. I want to leave them a community full of healthy people who care about each other, with functional emergency services they can rely on.
This is also worth passing on to the next generation. Part of the reason we are in the situation we are in is because the next generation of Americans has less capability and less motivation to volunteer than previous generations. If our community is to have a future, then the next generation needs to be shown that it is worthwhile to volunteer to help them. So I show my children that the need is real, that they can make a difference, and that it’s up to normal everyday people just like them to make that difference.
@@ -583,7 +583,7 @@ Shall be my brotherThere is no denying that part of the allure of the fire service is the risk of danger. There is a healthy balance to be found here: having enough respect for the danger to avoid giving too much too soon so that you lose it all, versus being so afraid of it that you don’t give anything and so you gain nothing. Some people are too addicted to it and endanger themselves and others. Part of the function of the tribe is to keep an eye on each other and catch each other before they go over that edge. The other function of the tribe is to encourage the right kind of risk taking, the right level of disregard for your own safety, the right way of judging when to retreat and when to charge ahead.
What these kinds of people, and tribes of these people, understand is this: everyone dies. The question is how you are going to meet that end. Will you leave behind unfinished business? Will you go decisively, sure of the righteousness of your course of action? Will you be blessed to go quietly in your sleep? Will you be presented with a life or death situation, where you have the opportunity to make a righteous choice, and shy from the challenge because you are not familiar with death? When you regularly shake hands with death, you don’t fear him so much, and life becomes all that much sweeter.