I promise concern for others. A willingness to help all those in need.I promise courage - courage to face and conquer my fears. Courage to share and endure the ordeal of those who need me.I promise strength - strength of heart to bear whatever burdens might be placed upon me. Strength of body to deliver to safety all those placed within my care.I promise the wisdom to lead, the compassion to comfort, and the love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.
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my name is ronald womack aka big ron aka ronniewoms im 18 im a senior at liberty high school i played football but i got hurt and the doc said i couldnt play football any more but im healed up so if i can walk i can play . i wrestle,play paintball,and i snowboard. i am currently attending tctc to finish my academic classes and to obtanin my i am a 240 firefighter and im in traning for my emt basic cert.once i graduate i wanna go into the marines for eather firefighting,E.O.D or infantry.
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THE LIGHT In his hand, he held a light. It was of no use to him on this smokey, fiery night. His other hand swept the floor with urgency and skill, "Seeing" his way by experience and touch. Working his way in with nothing to hold onto but his dedication and will. Blocking out the pops and cracks and the fire's roar. Never once thinking, that, for someone in here, The smoke and heat could be too much? Searching for the little sounds, the cough, the cry, Or even some rustling on the floor. The acrid smoke grew stronger, as the flames grew longer, The searing heat pushing him lower. As the fire worked to quell it's appetite. With his bell now ringing, and all his senses screaming, "Get out Now, before it's to late!" But the thought of loosing and innocent one, pushes him forward, Determined not to let them go to this horrible fate. On his final sweep before leaving, His hand came to rest on something soft and breathing. Knowing at once that this is what he had come for. He picked the babe up into his arms, to keep him safe from the harm, That was now, singing his neck. The useless light would be of use at last, As he threw it at the window, breaking the glass, Knowing his brothers would see it, From Hell to saftey, JUST AS.... HIS BELL.... WOULD...... RING IT'S LAST.
