Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A Fireman’s Little Girl

I didn't write this, although I enjoy it very much, and it does fairly accurately describe me. I wish I knew who did write it, so I can give proper credit. Any fireman out there with a daughter will appreciate this.


I am very dedicated to my work. I wear firefighter shirts every day, even when I’m not on duty. The fire department is my second home, and my second family. It often seems as if my life revolves around the fire department, but it means nothing compared to my little girl. I am normally a very friendly person, but if you hurt my little girl you will make me mad.

I know my little girl is growing up, even if I don’t like it. She seems to like you, so I’ll tolerate you dating her, but here are a few things for you to think about while you’re with her:

First of all, I go into burning buildings to save people that I’ve never even seen before. If I do that for strangers, you can’t begin to imagine how protective I am of my little girl.

I sometimes break people’s sternums & ribs by accident while doing CPR to save their life. If that’s how I help people what do you think I do when I’m pissed off?

I investigate arson fires. I know exactly what clues to look for to prove it was arson, so I also know how to make sure nobody can tell how a fire started. I know where you live. Remember the movie Backdraft?

I’ve worked more car accidents than you’ll ever see, and the sight of blood doesn’t bother me one little bit.

It’s normal for me to carry chainsaws, axes, and various other extremely sharp tools in my car… touch my little girl, & we take a little ride.

When we burn down a house for training, nobody looks in the closets.

I use the jaws of life to tear doors off wrecked cars. They cut though solid metal like a hot knife through butter. Watch your paws or get the jaws!

Sirens and air horns can really muffle the sounds of someone screaming.

Most of my friends are cops, paramedics, or firefighters. WE ARE 911. If you make me mad, who do you think you’re going to call for help?

I have access to explosives.

I am well trained in emergency medicine. I know exactly which arteries are the easiest to sever and which ones bleed the most. (You remember all them sharp tools?)

Even though my little girl insists that you are a “nice guy” and not like most other guys, I know better. I was once your age, I know EXACTLY what you’re thinking. Because of that, I already have plenty of reasons to not like you. It wouldn’t take much at all to push me over the edge, and I just sharpened my axe.

So if you want to date my little girl you better keep these things in mind. Firemen are protective by nature, and there is nothing we are more protective of than our little girls. Whenever you're alone with her, you better remember that someday, you may be alone with me.

(Author unknown, but I like this, and would gladly give credit to the author.)

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