My Brother, The Firefighter

Before I get into the actual post, let me just whine for a second. Kyle and I have been sick since last Wednesday. That means this is the SIXTH day of our cold. It got a lot worse before it’s getting better, let me just tell you. Waaaaah.

My mother emailed me a link to my little brother’s blog this morning. He is at the fire academy now, learning how to be a real fireman. He’s been with the fire department for a long time now as a paramedic, so I knew this was coming, but I’m still sort of in shock about it all. Usually firefighters come from a long line of firefighters, right? I mean, I’ve seen Backdraft and Ladder 49. That’s how it’s supposed to work! Nobody in our family has done such a dangerous job. The most dangerous thing anyone in our family has done is tend bar on the Metro North line, as far as I know. Oh, and my husband, who doesn’t really count, used to be a pipefitter on an oil rig out in the Gulf of Mexico. But that was a long time ago. Now he just works with noxious chemicals on a daily basis.

Anyway. I hope Kevin keeps it up because his blog is already very interesting. We don’t have to scold him for bad spelling because it seems like he’s really, really tired.