by T. K. Chapin
“That means God can start working.”
I laughed. “He’s more than welcome to step in and start making things happen.” I set another plate into the cupboard. “Did you guys come in early and have breakfast this morning?”
“Nah, the last crew just got off and I let Colson go home. I volunteered to do his dishes. He looked tired.”
“That was nice of you.”
“I’m always on the lookout for ways to serve others. It’s the Christ-like thing to do. Sharing Jesus through my actions yields better results than sharing Him through my words alone.”
“You always amaze me, Freeman. You have such a passion for the Lord.”
“It wasn’t always like this. There was a time in my life where I didn’t care about anything other than myself and my own agenda.”
“Before you became a Christian?”
“No,” he said as he set another plate into the sink. “I was a Christian, I just wasn’t aware of what being one really meant.” He paused for a moment. “You know how I worked at station 42 before I came here, right?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost a good buddy of mine in a fire.”
“What happened? I never knew about that…”
“I tend not to tell a lot of people about it. But what happened was a fire hose went out of control and the pressure from the water killed him.”
Shaking my head, I said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s okay. He’s in a better place now. But why I’m telling you this is that after he died we had a funeral for him. Pretty normal, but get this… Person after person got up and talked about how wonderful he was.”
“That’s pretty normal.”
“Wait, I’m not done yet. People I hadn’t ever met were saying good things about this guy. And not only at the funeral, but the reception afterwards. Around the food tables I heard about how he was always there for others and how it really impacted those lives he touched.”
“That’s powerful,” I said, with my eyebrows raised as I dried off another plate.
“It was.” Micah nodded. “That man was a walking testimony for Christ. He’d talk about God also, but it was his actions that spoke the loudest. Nobody said anything about getting browbeaten about the Bible… Every word they uttered was about the actions he took. Sure at the funeral in front of everyone they had to say nice things… but they weren’t obligated to afterwards without a microphone in their face.”
“That’s amazing. Wait, so this whole friendship and funeral was long before you and Denise had issues…”
He nodded. “Yeah, the Denise drama went down only a few years back. Just because we walk in the spirit and do things for Christ doesn’t make us immune to hardships in the home. In fact, the more I started walking with the Lord, the more issues I had at home. You see, the devil doesn’t want you to enjoy the Christian walk and life. The last thing he wants is you to be walking with God and having a good marriage at the same time. He wants to destroy the Christians and their love of God. So people can point fingers and say ‘see? Christians are no different than the rest of us.’ ”
Rick strode into the kitchen and got into the fridge. When he opened the door, I saw my picture plastered to the front of it. “What’s this?” I asked, tossing the towel over my shoulder and ripping the picture down.
“A hero,” Brian said, striding in a few paces behind Rick.
Shaking my head, I said, “I’m not a hero.” I crumpled the picture up and threw it into the trash.
“That little girl turned out to be the Mayor’s daughter. She was over at a friend’s house when the fire happened. You didn’t see the news?” Brian asked, looking across the room at everyone’s faces.
“No, I stay away from the news. Too much negativity for me,” I replied on my way out of the kitchen. As I left, I could hear Micah talking to the rookie.
“Don’t do that kind of thing. Taylor, just like all of us, views this as our duty… We don’t think of ourselves as a hero nor do we want to be treated as such.”
Coming into Tom’s office, I said, “Captain.”
He set the newspaper down in his hands and took off his reading glasses. “Taylor.”
“We okay?” I asked in the hopes of easing the tension I knew existed between us.
He stood up from behind his desk and narrowed his look at me. “No. I’ll be trying to get you off this crew every minute of every day. I have no tolerance for disrespect in my station and the way you carried on the other day at my house is grounds for removal. I just need a reason to get rid of you now that you aren’t on medical leave. So please give me one and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Fear shook me as I stood there staring back at my heartless father-in-law. He had no respect for my marriage to his daughter or my position at the station. Now he was gunning to cut away the one last shred of life I had left, my life at station 9. “It was you. It was all you from the beginning.”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! You were the one who encouraged her to leave me!”
“I wouldn’t do that…” he said, letting the tips of his fingers graze the top of his desk.
“Taylor,” Micah said from the doorway, interrupting our discussion.
“Yeah?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Come here,” he said.
I turned and went up to Micah in the doorway and he said into my ear, “Don’t give him a reason to get rid of you.”
“See ya later, Cappy,” I said back to him and left the office with Micah. I knew he loathed the nickname that the chief gave him after his promotion.
“Thanks,” I said, as we went through the kitchen into the dining hall.
“No problem. He’s out to get you, so you gotta be careful.”
I nodded.
A call came in requesting trucks down at a car accident later that day. When we arrived at the scene, I saw out my window that a car involved in the accident was smashed badly on the driver side. When our truck stopped, Kane and I made a dash over to the vehicle, while Greg joined the others from the engine crew over at the truck that was also involved.
Broken glass littered the intersection as we approached the mangled hunk of metal. Seeing the blood on the woman’s head, my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest.
“Ma’am, can you move your legs?” I asked.
She cried out as she shook her head, “No, I can’t feel them at all!”
Grabbing the door handle, I tried to yank it open, but it was jammed. Turning to Kane, I said, “Get the Jaws.” Turning my attention back to the woman, I reached through the broken out window and put my hand on top of hers. She was shaking and scared.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Monica,” she replied as she looked up into my eyes. “You?”
“I’m Cole, and we’re gonna get you out of here, Monica.”
She began crying harder. “My legs… why can’t I feel them?”
“Just try to remain calm the best you can Monica. Try not to move around.” Glancing over at the truck, I saw Rick and Ted retrieve a male driver out of the truck and the paramedics began treating him. He looked like he was going to be okay from what I could tell; a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing serious.
Soon enough all the firefighters were over with me at the car as we tried to rescue Monica. Rick stayed back with a hose, ready to spray if the car began burning. Monica began hyperventilating as Kane got into position with the Jaws of Life. Leaning in the window, I said, “You can trust me. I’m here for you Monica, every step of the way.”
She nodded.
Pulling back, I watched as Kane worked to rescue the woman. A man from the crowd behind me said, “I was just walking down the sidewalk and heard a car flying down the road.” I turned to him and nodded as he continued, “Then… I like, looked up and bam! The truck flew through the intersection and smashed into the car! Dude, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Have you talked to the police?” I asked.
“No, I wasn’t sure if I needed to do that,” the guy replied whipping his unusually long and braided hair back behind his shoulder.
“Go give them a statement; that’d be helpful.” I turned my head and looked over at the fire trucks and saw Tom on the radio as he looked my direction. It was a brief look, and then he turned away as he started talking with one of the paramedics.
Seeing they were about to pull Monica out, I dipped down through the window and shouted over the sound of the equipment, “I’ll be right back.” She nodded.
Jogging up to Tom and the paramedic, I said, “I’m going to grab a gurney.”
“I’ll help you with that,” the paramedic said, joining my side on the way over to the ambulance.
Pulling it out from the back doors, we dropped the wheels to the pavement and wheeled it towards the car Monica was in. “Some wreck, huh?” he said over to me.
“Yeah, pretty intense for the first time back on the job,” I said.
“McCormick said you were coming back today. Were you pretty nervous coming down here for the accident?”
“Not any more than usual. Every time a call comes in, no matter if it’s been ten years or ten minutes, it sends your heart racing.”
He nodded. “Same here, I didn’t know it was the same for you guys.”
“Yep, sure is. Never get used to it.”
As we came over to the car, they were about to have Monica freed. We brought the gurney in close, the firefighters all moved out of the way. Kane and I slid the red stretcher off the gurney and pulled Monica out onto it. Then we transferred her directly onto the gurney.
Wheeling her back over to the ambulance, Kane said, “You’re lucky you didn’t die today ma’am.”
She smiled as her neck was held in a brace and her cheeks were pushed up to almost her eyes. She said to both of us, “Thank you!” as she was lifted up and into the ambulance.
The paramedics shut the back doors and flipped on their lights and sirens as they took off down the street. Kane patted me on the shoulder. “Not bad for your first day back. I think she was digging on you. She was cute.”
Shoving him in the shoulder away from me, I said, “You’re twisted, man… I’m married.”
“Woah, Taylor, I was just playing… Plus word around the station is you and Megan are having problems.”
Getting up in Kane’s face, I grabbed his jacket in a moment of anger. He looked terrified as I looked him in the eyes. Looking back towards the other firefighters, I released him and walked away. Taking off my helmet, I headed back towards the ladder truck.
“What’s gotten into you, man?” Kane asked, joining my side.
“I just can’t take your twisted humor right now… You can’t talk about my wife like that.”
“I didn’t mean any disrespect. You know that… I’m just trying to lighten the tension I know is going on in your life.”
I stopped and looked at him. “Well, I don’t need it.”
“Whatever man… You can be there for me, but I can’t be there for you?” he replied turning and walking away from me. He headed back over to Rick and the others as I continued walking to the truck. They were all staring at me while I sat in my seat waiting to leave.
I felt like an idiot for snapping on Kane, but it caught me off guard. I knew the rookie blabbed about Megan and me, but I didn’t expect to hear about it. I never brought up his mother to him. I punched the back of the driver seat in front of me.
Back at the station, I kept pretty much to myself outside of dinner. Meals weren’t something to mess around with. We ate together, no matter how tense things became between the guys. It was just an unwritten rule I wasn’t going to ignore. After the meal, I headed into the workout room to get a light workout in to help get that strength back I had lost. As I was on the butterfly machine, Micah came in.
“You okay, Taylor?” he asked as he took a seat on the bench next to my machine. I stopped and wiped my brow with the towel that hung around my neck and nodded.
“I’m fine. I’m just a little agitated that people know about Megan and me.”
“We’re all brothers here. You know that…” He placed his hands on my shoulders and I glanced at his face. “McCormick went through that messy relationship a year ago and we helped him through it… That’s what we do. We poke a little bit at each other, but that’s just part of being one of the guys. You taught McCormick that when he showed up here. And he confided in you about his mother not too long ago.”
I nodded. “I know…” I sighed as I turned around and began wiping my machine down of the sweat I had left behind. “I just feel on edge for some reason.”
“It’s okay, Brother. You just started back up at the station. You’re missing your wife, missing your kids and your boss is trying to get you fired. It’s understandable to be a little on edge right now.”
“Yeah,” I replied, turning around to him. “She doesn’t understand what we do… we save lives and risk our own to protect complete strangers. But she doesn’t even care.”
He shook his head. “Don’t lose focus, Brother. The issue isn’t about what you do here. The real issue between you two is about what you haven’t been doing at home and what you need to do. You got to lead that family!”
I raised my hands up. “There’s nobody at home to do anything for! My house is empty!”
He nodded. “Just keep praying and reading your Bible. God will come through for you.”
I felt my tension ease at his encouraging words. “Thanks, Freeman. I’ll go apologize to McCormick.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy.”
I left the workout room and I found Kane out on the balcony off the dining hall by himself throwing a baseball up in the air and catching it. I took a seat next to him in a lounge chair. “Hey.”
“Taylor,” he said, keeping his eyes focused on the ball he was tossing up. I reached over and caught the ball, causing him to sit up and look at me. “What do you want?”
“I’m sorry about earlier, man. I was caught off guard… But that’s no excuse. The way I handled it was wrong.”
“It’s cool,” he replied. He looked down for a moment before re-establishing eye contact with me. “I could have gone about it differently… but things are pretty rough with ya two?”
“Yeah… she’s in Seattle with the kids… I don’t know when… or if she’ll ever return, and it’s really hard.”
“That’s jacked,” he replied.
“I know,” I said, lying down onto the lounge chair as I continued, “I tried to get her to come home and we could work on things but she said she’s done trying.”
“I didn’t even know you guys were having issues,” Kane replied as he lay down in his lounge chair beside me.
“Me either!” I laughed. “She’s done when I barely realize there is even an issue…”
“One thing I know about you, Taylor, is you don’t give up. Remember that fire down on Francis at that grocery store?”
Grinning, I replied, “Yeah…”
“You brought two people out, one over each shoulder and went back for more!”
“I know, and ignored Sherwood’s command to not go back in.”
“He was so upset that day,” Kane laughed. “But you wouldn’t give up on those people inside.”
Nodding, I said, “I know… It’s not in me to give up.”
“That’s right. Failure is not part of our vocabulary in the brotherhood at station 9.” He raised his head to look off the balcony in the distance as he continued, “I don’t know Megan a whole heck of a lot, but I know you, Taylor, and this fire won’t kill you.”
Smiling, I said, “Thanks, man. How’s your Mom?”
He shrugged. “She’s living… I try to get up there on my days off. It’s hard… but Ashley’s really being there for me.”
“The bakery chick?” I asked.
He nodded. “She’s unusually easy to open up t
o. I don’t see her being a long term relationship or anything, but I definitely enjoy the companionship right now in my life.”
“Does your sister get up to see your mom?” I asked.
“Yeah. She’s up there right now.”
I nodded. “That’s good.”
My comrades at the station were thicker than blood. My own brother who lives twenty minutes outside of town knew less about me than even the rookie did. That’s just how the brotherhood at Station 9 works, though. I just lost sight of that in a moment of weakness. We weren’t just a group of guys who worked together. We were putting our lives in each others’ hands every day, and that brought a closeness you just don’t find very often in life.
CHAPTER 12
The crisp morning air was refreshing as I stepped out onto the balcony at the fire station with my cup of coffee in hand. It had already been four weeks since my return back to work and everything was back to a normal routine for me, as far as work was concerned. As I came outside that morning, I found Micah, as usual, deep in his Bible. He was already out at one of the tables on the balcony, so I joined him there with my cup of coffee.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Micah asked, shooting a glance over the balcony railing at the sunrise that was coming up over the Spokane cityscape. There were blues, pinks, and reds all woven elegantly across the early morning sky.
“So far, so good,” I replied, taking a sip of my coffee.
“So much evidence of God’s beautiful design when we only look for it,” Micah said with a smile.
“I agree,” I replied with a nod. Hearing the sliding door behind us, I looked back to see Greg walk out with Gus. “Good morning, Phillips and Vance,” I said with a nod their direction.
“Morning,” they replied. They both went over to the checkerboard table a few tables down from us and began to set up a game of checkers.
“What’s the latest with you and Megan?” Micah asked. “Yesterday was pretty busy with drills and all. Didn’t get much of a chance to ask how the weekly call went.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “Nothing new. She’s still in Seattle… But I’m just working on myself and trying to get closer to God right now. That’s all I can do and I’m really okay with that.”
