1st responders always there when needed

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  • Cheyenne Rowe
    Cheyenne Rowe
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It may come as little surprise to those of you that know me, but I appreciate first responders beyond measure. I have a soft spot in my heart for them all -- firefighters, EMTs, paramedics, etc.
Maybe it’s because I’m dating one, or maybe it’s because here at the News-Register we listen to the scanner every day. 
At home I bear witness to it personally, which means I wake up to every fire call and hear ambulances being dispatched to residences I know to help people I’ve talked to before. I also see my firefighter immediately scramble to put his shoes on, find his keys and coat and then drive away. He manages to update me if he can and kiss me quick before he runs out the door. 
I’ve even been left in the middle of a movie theater date night -- to which I was not mad at all -- only to have him come back a few minutes before the credits rolled. And then, of course, there was that time we were on our way to Grand Island and we came upon a bad wreck. 
He drove through standstill traffic, grabbed a first aid kit, and jumped into action in his sweats and a t-shirt -- while I watched in awe from the car. He knew what he was doing. He had it under control. But still I worry ... every time. 
Most of the time I’m not there for the trouble, but I’m still there when he comes back -- sometimes beaten and worn, covered in sweat and dirt and smelling like smoke. Sometimes sad, but most often filled with enough leftover adrenalin to recount the details. 
Once he told me just how hot it really got inside the house, showing me the melted face shield on his fire helmet. 
But he trains for that type of situation all the time. He knows what to do. And even if he comes back a little more battered than he was before, he has saved the day again.
I know how much heart he puts into every single call he responds too. It all means something to him -- it means something to them all.
Working a few feet from the scanner at the News-Register, I also have admiration for the men and women of the local first responder crews. 
We hear them get called out to some of the most dangerous sounding accidents and fires, all while also knowing how bad the weather might be or praying that they get there in time.
We’ve heard them answer calls where CPR is in progress, only to call in just minutes after arriving that they’re either transporting a patient or need to see the county attorney because of a much sadder outcome. 
They deserve so much praise for fighting a fully-involved structure fire in extreme negative temperatures without batting an eyelash -- because that’s just what they do. 
These people are the beacons of light for those experiencing their darkest days.  I can only hope if I need to call upon someone for help someday that I get it from the kind of first responders I know. 
It takes a special breed to run towards the flames or through snow banks to the awaiting overturned car. But never the less, no matter the weather or worry, they are always there. 
And for that I am thankful. 
“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” -- John 15:13
CHEYENNE ROWE can be reached at newsregister@hamilton.net

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