Do You Worry About Your Firefighter Husband?
I hear that ALL the time!
My answer though…….mmmm…..not so much.
Johnny and I have been married since 1998, and he’s been a full-time firefighter since 2002. He’s seen a lot of really horrible crap, and I know it has affected him deeply, and also affects our family life as well.
Especially the things he has seen happen to children.
I assume, though, then when I’m asked if I worry about him, people are talking about his physical safety.
I don’t mean to sound hard-hearted, but people die every day. People die senseless, meaningless, violent deaths. People die because of the bad judgment of others and by freak accidents. Disease, famine, natural disaster, murder, hurricanes, tornado, earthquake, drunk driving, lightning strikes, riots…..children and adults die of starvation every day. It’s all horrible, painful and distressing. Those people wake up in the morning and have no idea what is in store for them that day.
If God thinks it’s “your time” he’s going to take you no matter what you do or who you are, and there’s not a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it. Every Tuesday morning when Johnny goes to work, I know he might not come home, and I count my lucky stars when he comes home Friday morning. But I don’t worry because I know that he has common sense, good training and good equipment, and good instincts.
I know that if God does choose to take him while he’s at work, whether it’s on a medical aid, a traffic collision or a fire, I know that he will have died doing something that he loves to do.
How many of us are lucky enough to have a job we truly love and believe in?
How many of us die while doing something we really believe in? I can think of very few – those who serve us in the military by protecting our freedom.
I would much rather lose my beloved Johnny while he’s doing something he really loves and believes in than lose him after a long and painful illness, a traffic collision or some other senseless way.
It kills me to know how much he’s holding inside. I know he’s seen things that would give most people nightmares for the rest of their lives. But he doesn’t share them with me, and I understand why.
I worry more for his mental well-being than his physical well-being.