the two have a tendency to have large reward. Firefighters have a tougher actual activity, while the are certainly working. Firefighters are in many circumstances enjoyed via all people, as a police officer maximum folk dislike you. Even family participants will introduce you as a police officer to strangers, like a warning. in contrast to with firefighters all people thinks they understand greater approximately your activity then you definitely do. Firefighters won't be instructed the thank you to combat a fireplace via strangers, law enforcement officers are. Firefighters, maximum places have an incredible time table, 24 hours on 40 8 hours off. Out of the 24 hours on you're certainly working in straightforward terms some except there is an actually hearth, uncommon at the instant. officers artwork a minimum of 8 hours and a few places 12 hours an afternoon. on an identical time as at artwork they're working all the time. no longer cooking, staring at television, drowsing or determining. officers have relatively undesirable schedules via fact despite in the event that they simply labored a evening shift of 12 hours they'd could spend an entire day in court docket the comparable morning. the two are solid public provider jobs and could be very friendly. As a firefighter you have greater of a brilliant gamble of having bodily harm as a police officer your have greater danger of being psychologically harm.
2016-10-08 04:37:20
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answered by Erika 4
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I think both careers are dangerous. These poems are amazing and made me cry when I read them:
Call Waiting
I'm laying in the darkness, I cannot fall asleep.
I wonder where my husband is, I wish he'd call or beep.
I saw him leave this morning, the black boots on his feet.
He said he had to run now, and I know he's on the street.
You'll know him when You see him, his truck is very loud.
He has no time to stop now, he doesn't want a crowd.
A caller said "Please hurry!" Come quickly if you will.
A young man with a motorbike is laying very still.
A mother calls in anguish, her child limp and blue.
HURRY! Come, I need you! I don't know what to do.
I hear his key turning, he's coming in the door.
I hear him drop his boots, then footsteps on the floor.
I hear him in the kitchen, I can tell from his walk,
He'll soon come and wake me, and ask if we can talk.
We'll sit out in the moonlight, and listen to the night.
He talks about a shooting, a street gang in a fight.
A car crash, a drowning, a small child hurt at play.
The things he needs to talk about, the things he did today.
The old, the sick, the injured, some so very small.
He did all he could to help them, he answered every call.
Every day he has a mission, he knows it in his heart.
He does everything he can and always does his part.
If you are sick or injured and you need to reach my Hon,
I can tell you how to reach him, his number is ......911.
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Who Am I ?
Who am I, to stand here at your door at 4 am,
To say your son is dead and a drunk driver didn’t give a damn.
Who am I, to judge you as you sit and weep,
I can tell this case will cost me some serious sleep!
Who am I, to turn and walk away, for in your darkest hour you know
At least, I am on my way.
Who am I, to stop CPR?
His life ended so soon when he ran out in front of a speeding car.
Who am I, but one of the weak
Badge covered in black
We lost another officer this week.
Who am I, but one of flesh and blood
One who you expect to have no heart
One who should not bleed.
Who am I, to pull the trigger,
To take your life to spare another.
Who am I, but a mother, father, sister, brother
With family home sleep.
Who am I, but just like everyone else
I feel so alone.
Who am I, to bring bad news to light?
Who am I, with all this weight upon my chest?
I am a police officer, a firefighter, an EMT.
I am here to help, but sometimes our souls must go free
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Highway 109
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out elegies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
“Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
“Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
“He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
“Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
“I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
On Highway 109.
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So whaddysay? As a 16-year-old I've asked many firefighters and officers for their autograph. I've wanted to become a Police Officer since gr.3 so I'll always stick with Law Enforcement. They all deserve respect and have proven worthy. I hope these poems make you understand 'why' it's dangerous. Crazy as it may sound but someday I would like to attempt to save a life, I wish I do. To the least, before I die :) Oh and Paramedics aren't anywhere less... take care.
Warm Regards!
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2006-07-21 13:50:54
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answer #8
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answered by piercing integrity 4
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