Angel of Death, Denied (Part 1)

I’ve realized that it doesn’t bother me to bring up old memories, so here is another one. I won’t lie, but I will leave things out. I realize that leaving things out is a form of lying, but I don’t want people questioning if this is him. Here’s what started it all. 16 and a half years old, I had been kicked out of school and on my way to a facility to get my GED. The youngest one there and they knew it. They have a 3 strikes and you’re gone policy. I had four altercations, but 1 wasn’t reported and another took the blame. He was 5 years older than me and he hit me first. I left there with my diploma and a free ride through junior college.

At 17 I knew exactly what I had always wanted to be. A firefighter. I killed college. Just turned 21 years old, licensed paramedic, EMT certified and my masters in fire science. I could fulfill my dream, had I not fallen for freelancing. I would say odd jobs, but they were mostly certified jobs. Building houses, just carpentry of all types and construction. Welding, which unknowingly gave me no fear of heights. I think that’s why the transition to building and working on communication towers was easy. I’m opening up too much, so let’s begin.

After working a while all around some states, I settled down, sort of, shortly. I started thinking about being a firefighter. With money in the bank and debt free, it was time to get my feet wet as a volunteer. Having found an affordable place during my last job, I set up there. A small town near a small city. When I received a phone call to come in to talk with the fire chief, I was ecstatic. The excitement didn’t last long. He was impressed with my resume, but they weren’t hiring. He offered me the next best thing, “volunteer,” just as I expected. He said with my credentials I’m first on his list. That CPAT, (Candidate Physical Ability Test), that young, and that proficient. I killed it. I had to call about that. You really want this and I’ll be on the lookout for you. We shook hands and I left. I left smiling and thinking, I got this. I set myself up even more once I got a volunteer’s badge.

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