06/15/2026
Graduation season is upon us, and our littles are not so little anymore. They are preparing to step into the world and make their own mark. This brings me to a question I often ponder: am I right for supporting my sons’ pursuit of “The Job”?
The intense focus on PFAS, occupational cancer, mental health, sleep deprivation, and everything else that comes with this profession makes me question, at times, if I am being negligent.
Then I remember how beautiful this job truly is.
The choreography of the stretch. The first breath after ROSC. The engine streaking down Main Street, tailed by the truck. A father cutting an umbilical cord on a kitchen floor. Kids waving indiscriminately, just because. These are the moments we sometimes lose sight of because of the constant push of doom and gloom.
The normalcy of taking precautions to ensure the bad things are less impactful is here. First responder health has never been more monitored, discussed, or protected. So I can still espouse the greatness of the work and honestly tell them this is the “Best Job I Ever Had.”
I will never deter kids from this life of service, because the job matters, it is impactful, despite everything that comes with it, it is still beautiful work.