One of my first runs as a firefighter was to a house where an old man slipped in the shower. As we walked into the house I could smell the smell of someone who had pooped. I almost puked as soon as we made our way into the bathroom. Well it was my job as the low man to help this guy up and make sure he was ok and get him back into the shower.
I don't even like wiping my kids backsides. When both girls were in diapers I dreaded changing the diapers. I can handle the blood, the guts and the puke but the poop is something that really gets me going.
With one of these boys that is staying with us being 3, I have to wipe some booties. It is so strange having to wipe another child's backside. I am sure i'm going to lose my lunch one of these times. We were warned that he could destroy a bathroom but MAN this kid is breaking records. As I thought about this I had to remind myself that he is only 3 years old and still needs help with these types of things.
The reason that I am writing about poop is that it got me thinking today. There is someone that needs to read between the lines of this blog to figure out the true meaning.
We will always have to wipe the backsides of others (figuratively speaking of course). There are going to be times in life that we have to do things that we dread. It may be someone we know, someone close to us or it may be a complete stranger but there will be times when we have to wipe...It isn't always pleasant but we still have to wipe.
It has been a couple of good days at the Rhodes house. The boys (I hope) are really adjusting to their new surroundings. We haven't had too much of a problem getting them to go to bed and they seem to be doing great at school.
I have a wonderful daughter. Today when I got home she had a homework assignment that asked "if you could be someone famous, who would it be" her answer said me (as in herself). I asked her why she said herself and she stated that she didn't want to be anyone else but who she is! It is one of the proudest moments of my life.
I am ready to get back to the fire station. It has been a few weeks now and I look forward to getting back and it is not because of the boys and the chaos going on here. I just miss being at work. I miss being around the guys and joking. I miss acting like I'm 15 and getting to save lives. It will be strange walking back into the firehouse after being off for so long but I'm sure they guys will make my transition easy and uncomfortable. I truly have the greatest job in the world, I am a pretty smart guy, could have been a doctor a lawyer or anything else I wanted to be and I wouldn't change my career path for anything.
To be continued....
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