Thursday, November 13, 2008

Adventures in Light Duty, pt. 2

Today started off with major excitement...a car wreck at the intersection of River Rd. and Goldsboro Rd. We got there and we saw one car laying on top of the other, with both drivers still inside their respective vehicles. I parked the chief's buggy on a little traffic island and we got out to investigate. There wasn't much I could do in terms of extrication, but I could take pictures! The pics you see below are from my camera phone. They turned out okay, but nothing beats a real camera (which I had brought with me to the station in hopes of capturing some action, but I left it at the station! D'oh!). After stabilizing both vehicles and using the jaws of life to remove one patient, they got both drivers into ambulances and whisked away to the hospital. Seeing such carnage didn't cause me to have post traumatic stress-like flashbacks to my own accident, but let's just say I could relate to both of them a little bit more than I wanted to at that moment.




After getting back from this call, we headed over to station 7 where the chief had some business to attend to. I hung out on the computer for most of the time, checking up on various Crossfit websites. Man, I can't wait to work out again!

For lunch, the chief and the A shift captain from Chevy Chase, Captain Socks (yes, that is his real last name), were supposed to meet with a cop who was involved in an incident that involved the chief's son earlier this year. They were going to have lunch at Hamburger Hamlet. Of course, I got to tag along. It was a great lunch...my burger was awesome and I got to know Captain Socks a lot more (he ran the HazMat training I attended yesterday, so this wasn't my first time meeting him). Turns out he is really cool; he even paid for my lunch!

After dropping Socks back off at station 7, we headed out to station 20 for some more business. After catching up with one of my recruit classmates for a while, we got a call for a river rescue out in the Cabin John area. Turns out a guy lost control of his SUV and drove into a river! We were a long ways away from the scene, but we drove there as quickly (and safely) as possible. The River Rescue Team had gotten him out of the water by the time we got there, so there wasn't much for us to do. Turns out when they got onscene, the guy was out of his car and standing on the car roof! Check out the pictures to get a better idea of what that must have looked like.

Adventures on light duty pt. 1

A quick update on what's going on: I got the results of the MRI and...[big drum roll]...I have a sprained MCL! My orthopedist said it's nothing that requires surgery and will heal on its own in about two months. So until then, I'll be working, but in a light duty capacity. Now the last time I was put on light duty (last year, after an injury to my right knee...gotta love those knees!), I spent several days in the EMS Quality Assurance office sorting MAIS forms. Yuck. I was hoping to avoid that this time around. And sure enough, I was fortunate enough to miss the MAIS office assignment! Instead, I've been assigned as the aide for the Battalion 2 Chief. What does that involve? Mostly driving him around wherever he wants to go as he does his daily Battalion Chief rounds. This means driving to different fire stations, executive office buildings, other buildings and wherever else he decides he wants to go. Fine by me!

So yesterday was my first official day doing this, but I didn't get to drive. Chief Buckley showed me the ropes of what a battalion aide does and he did all the driving. We didn't do anything super exciting yesterday...while he attended a meeting, I sorted all the time sheets for the entire second battalion. Then we dropped off the spare battalion chief buggy and came back to the station. Today was a bit more interesting...

Today, A shift, Chief Resnick was the chief in charge. He has a very lively personality, so there was never a dull moment. He actually let me drive him around too! After I visited FROMS (basically the doctors office for firefighters in MoCo) for a follow up appointment, I headed back to station 7 (Chevy Chase) and joined the chief and the guys there for some HazMat training (Station 7 is where the county Hazardous Materials team resides...everyone who is assigned there is a HazMat technician). The guys busted out the new HazMat vehicle and trained in setting up a "multi-stage decontamination area." Basically, if there was ever a big HazMat incident where victims were contaminated by some substance, they would go through the decon area to get cleaned off. It was pretty cool to see it all come together, and I definitely learned some stuff that morning.




For lunch, the chief took me to the Chevy Chase Supermarket, where he said they make pretty good sandwiches. Even though I'm trying to cut out most of the bread in my diet, I took him up on his word and tried their roast beef on wheat. He was right...very tasty!

Later on in the afternoon, we started making our rounds of visiting all the stations in the battalion (or as many stations as we could get to). We ventured out to station 30 (Cabin John) and joined them for a drill they were about to have. Just as they were beginning, a box alarm was dispatched for a fire in station 11's (Glen Echo) area, which was part of out battalion! We raced out the door (I hobbled, actually) and took off down the road. We were several miles away from the fire, but we got there in good enough time.

We got there and smoke was definitely coming out of the house. The firefighters were already in the house putting the fire out and searching for any victims. Thankfully, there were none. Actually, I take that back. The dryer, where the fire originated, was definitely dead...all burnt up and banged up. All in all, it was a pretty small fire. I got to run (hobble) around the house looking for hazards, and I sat in the incident commander's buggy, assisting him in commanding the entire operation. Pretty cool, I must say!

When things were all over, the owner of the house, a lady who looked to be in her mid to late 30's, eventually came home and was not at all happy about things (when people's houses catch on fire, they tend to be a bit grumpy...I don't know why...). She was mostly unhappy about the damage done to her house by the firefighters. She questioned why some of her windows were broken when they could have just been opened. She did have a point, but that's a judgment call to be made by the firefighters inside actually fighting the blaze. Should they have opened the windows instead of smashing them? We can only speculate. The chief and I stayed on the scene with the lady for a while, along with a fire marshal, helping her figure out the next steps she needed to take to get her life back in order. I got to see how firefighting may be fun for us, but it's a true disaster for whomever it happens to. They're left to pick up the pieces of their lives, figuratively and literally.

Once we finished there, it was quitin' time for me. Battalion aides work a 10-hour day, and 5p was my 10th hour. While I don't wish disaster on anyone, if it does happen, I hope I'm there to help.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Why you need to meditate


An excerpt from this book -->

About two hundred years after the Puritans came the man recognized as one of the most God-anointed men of prayer ever seen by the world, George Muller. For two-thirds of the last century he operated an orphanage in Bristol, England. Solely on prayer and faith, without advertising his need or entering into debt, he cared for as many as two thousand orphans at a single time and supported mission work throughout the world. Millions of dollars came through his hands unsolicited, and his tens of thousands of recorded answers to prayer are legendary.
Anyone who has heard the story of George Muller ponders the secret of his effectiveness in prayer. Although some argue for one thing as Muller’s “secret” and others argue for another, I believe we must ultimately attribute his unusually successful prayer life to the sovereignty of God. But if we look for something transferable from his life to ours, my vote goes for something I’ve never heard credited as his “secret.”
In the spring of 1841, George Muller made a discovery regarding the relationship between meditation and prayer that transformed his spiritual life. He described his new insight this way:

Before this time my practice had been, at least for ten years previously, as an habitual thing, to give myself to prayer after having dressed in the morning. Now, I saw that the most important thing was to give myself to the reading of God’s Word, and to meditation on it, that thus my heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, instructed; and that thus, by means of the Word of God, whilst meditating on it, my heart might be brought into experimental communion with the Lord.
I began therefore to meditate on the New Testament from the beginning, early in the morning. The first thing I did, after having asked in a few words of the Lord’s blessing upon His precious Word, was to begin to meditate on the Word of God, searching as it were into every verse to get blessing out of it; not for the sake of the public ministry of the Word, not for the sake of preaching on what I had meditated upon, but for the sake of obtaining food for my own soul.
The result I have found to be almost invariably this, that after a few minutes my soul has been led to confession, or to thanksgiving, or to intercession, or to supplication; so that, though I did not, as it were, give myself to prayer, but to meditation, yet it turned almost immediately more or less to prayer. When thus I have been for a while making confession or intercession or supplication, or have given thanks, I go on to the next words or verse, turning all, as I go on, into prayer for myself or others, as the Word may lead to it, but still continually keeping before me that food for my own soul is the object of my meditation. The result of this is that there is always a good deal of confession, thanksgiving, supplication, or intercession mingled with my meditation, and that my inner man almost invariably is even sensibly nourished and strengthened, and that by breakfast time, with rare exceptions, I am in a peaceful if not happy state of heart.
The difference, then, between my former practice and my present one is this: formerly, when I rose, I began to pray as soon as possible, and generally spent all my time till breakfast in prayer, or almost all the time. At all events I almost invariably began with prayer…But what was the result? I often spent a quarter of an hour, or half an hour, or even an hour on my knees before being conscious to myself of having derived comfort, encouragement, humbling of soul, etc.; and often, after having suffered much from wandering of mind for the first ten minutes, or quarter of an hour, or even half an hour, I only then really began to pray.
I scarcely ever suffer now in this way. For my heart being nourished by the truth, being brought into experimental fellowship with God, I speak to my Father and to my Friend (vile though I am, and unworthy of it) about the things that He has brought before me in His precious Word. It often now astonishes me that I did not sooner see this point…And yet now, since God has taught me this point, it is as plain to me as anything that the first thing the child of God has to do morning by morning is to obtain food for his inner man.
Now what is food for the inner man? Not prayer, but the Word of God; and here again, not the simple reading of the Word of God, so that it only passes through our minds, just as water passes through a pipe, but considering what we read, pondering over it and applying it to our hearts.
When we pray we speak to God. Now prayer, in order to be continued for any length of time in any other than a formal manner, requires, generally speaking, a measure of strength or godly desire, and the season therefore when this exercise of the soul can be most effectually performed is after the inner man has been nourished by meditation on the Word of God, where we find our Father speaking to us, to encourage us, to comfort us, to instruct us, to humble us, to reprove us. We may therefore profitably meditate with God’s blessing though we are ever so weak spiritually; nay, the weaker we are, the more we need meditation for the strengthening of our inner man. Thus there is far less to be feared from wandering of mind than if we give ourselves to prayer without having had time previously for meditation.
I dwell so particularly on this point because of the immense spiritual profit and refreshment I am conscious of having derived from it myself, and I affectionately and solemnly beseech all my fellow believers to ponder this matter. By the blessing of God, I ascribe to this mode the help and strength which I have had from God to pass in peace through deeper trials, in various ways, than I have ever had before; and having now above fourteen years tried this way, I can most fully, in the fear of God, commend it.

How do we learn to pray? How do we learn to pray like David, the Puritans, and George Muller? We learn to pray by meditating on Scripture, for meditation is the missing link between Bible intake and prayer.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Yo Vote!



As I'm writing this entry on election day, the returns are coming in and it's looking more and more like the vote has been Baracked. Ohio just went to Barack and all the talking political heads are saying McCain needed to win all the swing states to have a chance. I'm not gonna use my entire post to write about the election, so let me talk about the first part of my day.

God opened up the way for me to have an orthopedist appointment today at Dr. O's office (the orthopedist who saw me for my earlier knee injury). As I was signing in, the receptionist told me that they didn't admit patients who had been in car accidents...something to do with the involvement of lawyers. So she referred me to another orthopedic office which was right around the corner. That office DID admit car accident patients and they could see me that day! Woohoo!! My appointment would be at 12:45p and it was a little after 8a when I made the appointment, so I had time to run some errands.

I dropped off some cash at my credit union (the first time that I've ever saved $1000 in my life!), hit the library and read more of "Tuesdays with Morrie" (an incredible book...my favorite line so far: "Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently...learn how to die and you learn how to live."), went to Qdoba for lunch (gonna avoid them for a while...their burritos are good, but it made me too full.) and then headed back to the orthopedist.

Doctor Gilbert was a young doc, very cool and seemed to know what he was talking about. He seemed to think there could be an issue with my meniscus and possibly my MCL, so he had me schedule an MRI appointment. It'll be on Friday, so I'll report more on my condition after I get scanned.

After seeing the doc, I went to do my patriotic duty...VOTE. I had driven by Stonegate Elementary School earlier today and the line was crazy long...extending WAY out the door of the school. When I got there around 2p, there were barely eight people in line. So I was in and out of there pretty quick. The rest of the day has been spent here at home, working on various things. I've got a plan to reach out to our neighbors through community service, so I drafted a letter that I'm gonna send them on our community list serve, asking if they need help with anything...running errands, yard work, ANYTHING. If they do, the men of 37 Carona Court can help!

Now it's 10:22p...the election returns are still coming in and it's still looking like an Obama victory is eminent. Wow...the USA's first black president. Many have yearned to see this day. I don't think my generation can fully appreciate the magnitude of this event. Of course we grew up learning about America's history of white presidents, slavery, racism and all that, but very few of us have experienced 1950s and 1960s-type racism. To me, our parents and grandparents can appreciate what's happening today far more than us. I was hanging out at my parent's house the other day and my mom brought up the fact that my grandmother's grandfather was a slave. We are not that far removed from legalized slavery in this country, and here, on November 11, 2008, a black man will more than likely achieve the nation's highest position. Now non-white children really CAN dream about becoming president. Will we see a female president next? Who knows? But I think with President Obama about to take office, it's a lot more likely than ever before.