Shortly after I moved to where I currently reside, I wanted to join our local, volunteer fire department. I had to submit a letter to the fire department, which I thought would be simple enough. How wrong I was!
Then, I submitted a second letter with the same end result.
I have never taken rejection well and what you are about to read are my thoughts that I wrote down and tucked away. That was in the Spring of 1980. You-my readers- are seeing this “journal entry” for the first time. And for the record, I was voted onto the fire department in September of 1980.
Though it is many years old, some of it may very well apply today for some of those hoping to get their chance today or some day.
Hopefully, you will see the lesson, persevere and pursue your dream.
Sometimes, what we want most is the hardest to get!
I want to join a fire department, but I can’t.
It’s an old group, tight-knit and set in their ways. If they don’t know you, then they already don’t like you. Besides, I don’t think like they do and none of them has the patience or the desire to listen to what I have to offer.
I want to listen to them, but I can’t.
I’m not one of them. I’m not a firefighter or at least their perception of a firefighter. I don’t drink or smoke, so that is two strikes against me right there. My wife and I both have jobs, so I’m not the ‘king of my castle’, according to them.
According to them, ‘A woman should be home taking care of the kids’.
‘Uh, we don’t have kids’.
They say, ‘Well, then, that should give her more time to clean your house and cook your meals’. I want to appreciate their world views, but I can’t.
I want to be a firefighter, but I can’t.
I don’t have enough ‘votes’. The others don’t know me well enough to vote for me. They know that a vote for me is a vote for change. That would mean going against the old guys and though they want to, they can’t.
I want to volunteer for my community, but I can’t.
Though it may sound simple enough, I guess that I haven’t lived in the community long enough to call it ‘my community’. Apparently, it still belongs to ‘them’. When the time is right, I MIGHT be selected; you know, to ‘volunteer’.
I want to understand the process, but I can’t.
They don’t understand that I need them as much as they need me. What do I need from them? I need their affirmation and acceptance.
What do they need from me? They need my willingness to expend a physical effort. I want to pull hose, throw ladders, cut vent holes, pull ceilings, shoot water, roll hose, wash the trucks and show department pride, but I can’t.
If they were to put me on the department and I behaved like that; well, the next thing you know, I would want to be chief.
They want to put me on their fire department, but they can’t.
They don’t want to feel threatened. If they let a young guy on, it would be the beginning of the end for their good ole group. Besides; the community is happy with what they have. They tell them so every time another house burns down.
They want to keep me out, but they can’t.
They don’t have a young man’s strength anymore; neither in strength of conviction nor in strength of character. They could think of it as a new dog to kick around if that would make it more appealing to them. Lots of dirty jobs would get done, so they’ll vote me on as a probie. Note: Probie No Wake Zone; can’t rock the boat!
I want to listen and learn, but I can’t.
The old boys haven’t kept up with the ever-changing complexities of tactics and technology. They are set in their ways and are teaching obsolete methods that are no longer accepted practice. I want them to teach me new and cutting edge methods, but they can’t.
I want to go to fire school, but I can’t.
The old guys are insulted that I would DARE to go outside of the department for training. After all; ‘we’re just VOLUNTEERS’. I want to believe that Fire knows the difference, but I can’t.
I want to believe that they have my best interests at heart, but I can’t.
I want to make the fire department better NOW, but I can’t.
There aren’t enough who think like I do. If I give in and give up, I will never realize my dream. I could do the easy thing and quit, but I can’t.
They want me to be like them, but I can’t.
Please grant me the strength and the will to affect change. Grant them the wisdom that should come with their age and experience.
Then, grant each of us the ability to bridge our differences and to build on our similarities.
If we can do that…if we WANT to do that…
THEN, THERE ISN’T ANYTHING THAT WE CAN’T DO.
TCSS.
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