Today I got to witness first hand what a wonderful man I am marrying. J and I were in the next town doing our banking, groceries, and shopping for supplies for the deck he’s building his mom when we heard all this commotion coming from the radio in his truck. By the way the guys were talking on their radios, it sounded like something was definitely up.

Right away, J says, “Shit. We’ve gotta go back.” Here I am thinking: “But we haven’t even been in town five minutes and already we’ve got to go!” Needless to say, we didn’t get our groceries or banking done. We high tailed it back to Tehkummah and boy, does J ever drive fast when he’s on a call. The blinking light from the siren in his truck, the gritting of his teeth…you can definitely feel the adrenaline kick in.

We went from Manitowaning to the fire hall, grabbed his gear and all in less than fifteen minutes. The boys of the fire brigade were already on their way to the scene when we got to the hall. John kind of pulled a rolling stop for me to hop out of the truck in our lane way. I’m getting good at jumping out of moving vehicles! Just kidding!

All the excitement and it is not even lunch time yet!

I’m not certain how serious the call is, but all I know is that all the boys were called to fight the grass fire. I think these guys seriously ought to be given way more credit and support. Being a firefighter and First Responder is one of the most noble thing a person can do. They put their lives on the line every day for others. These men are definitely heroes in my eyes.