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		<title>Rural Firefighter&#8217;s Journey</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Diana Festejo]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[A Rural Firefighter’s Journey with Trauma and Resilience The Question I Always Get After a Shift As a rural fire department paramedic, I often get asked the same question after [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h1><strong>A Rural Firefighter’s Journey with Trauma and Resilience</strong></h1>
<h4><strong>The Question I Always Get After a Shift</strong></h4>
<p><br />As a rural fire department paramedic, I often get asked the same question after finishing a long shift: “Did you have a bad night?” My wife, Michelle, is the one who asks. Most mornings, I respond with, “It was all right.” But some shifts are harder to forget.</p>
<h4><strong>A Call That Shook Me</strong></h4>
<p><br />A few months ago, during one particular shift, things took a dramatic turn. Shortly after 3 p.m., my partner and I were dispatched to a call about a child struck by a vehicle. As we headed to the scene, an update came over the radio: “Shots fired, multiple victims.” My anxiety levels shot up as I mentally prepared for what I might encounter. When we arrived, chaos unfolded before us.</p>
<p>The scene was overwhelming. A middle-aged man was receiving CPR from firefighters after suffering a gunshot wound. Nearby, a teenager was also receiving medical attention, and I quickly assessed their condition. Then, a firefighter directed me to the child struck by the car. I uncovered the blanket to reveal the extent of the toddler’s injuries, and I knew there was nothing we could do.</p>
<h4><strong>The Increasing Frequency of Violent Calls</strong></h4>
<p><br />This call, which involved violence and tragedy, is just one of many I’ve responded to during my 9 years with the department. A few years ago, calls like this one were rare. Now, they seem to happen more frequently, with stabbings, shootings, and violence appearing at least once or twice a week.</p>
<h4><strong>The First Traumatic Call I Remember</strong></h4>
<p><br />The first tragic call I remember was for an infant who wasn’t breathing. I arrived to find a child who appeared to have starved to death, and there was nothing I could do. It was the worst thing I had ever seen, and it’s still a memory I carry with me.</p>
<h4><strong>Calls Involving Children Are Especially Hard</strong></h4>
<p><br />Calls involving children are especially difficult for me since becoming a father. A few years ago, I responded to three fatal shootings in one shift. These experiences leave their mark, and some calls are too painful to relive. Even nonviolent calls can pose risks. Once, a rural firefighter was shot while transferring a patient into an ambulance, a reminder that danger is always present.</p>
<h4><strong>Why I Love What I Do</strong></h4>
<p><br />Despite the trauma, I love what I do. I joined the rural fire department after high school, following in my father’s footsteps, and later became a paramedic. Over the years, I’ve witnessed the transformation of our town into a small city, and my commitment to helping people remains unwavering.</p>
<h4><strong>How I Cope with the Stress of the Job</strong></h4>
<p><br />On the scene, my training takes over. I focus on the task at hand, caring for the victims and completing necessary procedures. There’s no time to form emotional attachments. When the shift ends, I try to leave the emotions behind, although it’s not always easy. My department prioritizes mental health, offering debriefings and support after critical incidents to help emergency workers cope with stress.</p>
<h4><strong>The Importance of Debriefing and Peer Support</strong></h4>
<p><br />For example, after a traumatic call involving a child’s death, we hold diffusing sessions where we can share what we saw and how we feel. These sessions help us process the trauma before it becomes overwhelming. Additionally, a peer support team provides an outlet for those who need someone to listen. While not counselors, they offer a safe space to talk.</p>
<h4><strong>Lingering Thoughts After the Scene</strong></h4>
<p><br />The events of that tragic day linger in my mind. The 2-year-old who was hit by a vehicle, the shooter who took the life of a man, and the wounded teenager. The aftermath was chaotic, and even after my report was completed, I continued to care for others at the scene.</p>
<h4><strong>Reflecting on the Shift</strong></h4>
<p><br />Later, when the adrenaline wore off and the shift ended, I found myself reflecting on the details of the day. It’s always hardest when the shift is over and I’m heading home. I walk through the door, exhausted, and my family is eager for my attention. But how do I explain the horrors I witnessed? I don’t. I simply tell them I’m fine and go take a nap. It’s not easy, but it’s the reality of my job.</p>
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