Fire!

For my volunteering experience, it was something rather different than everyone else's. I wasn't helping the needy, like giving food or cleaning up the earth. Instead I was at my local fire station, helping those men and women who serve us daily out. I usually go down to Station Seven in Fremont on Mondays, where we train kids ages from fourteen to twenty one for their future in firefighting. When I got there, the firefighters got a medical call. I went on with them, and we went on scene. We got to the patient, and I helped bring medical supplies to him. I helped administer oxygen, to help him breathe. Later, we got him onto a stretcher, and sent him to the hospital. Now it doesn't seem like much, but on a fire scene it's much different. These men and women go into a burning house, often with at least thirty pounds of gear with them. They have to drag a charged hose about two inches thick while crawling, avoiding the intensive heat. They are pretty exhausted when the finish fighting the fire, and afterwards they have to tear down some of the house, and re-rack up all the hose. A simple house fire is usually a one to two hour job. With the kids we train there, we help make this be a half hour to a hour job. Not only does this voluneering experience make me feel good inside, but it makes me work hard. It is something I am interested in doing in the future, so it puts my name out in the public, with a good reputation.