Firefighter.

The fire engulfs the whole house and I wonder how I could even enter into that building. I've been trained for this. I enter into this fiery building and instantly I can feel what is making this fire rage on and on. Then the adrenaline kicks in and my bodies forced without my minds approval to get whatever I came in here to get. I then see one little girl hiding under her mothers bed, legs sticking out, crying. I then think of my own, how helpless she is when she's in trouble. I then pick her up explaining that I'm here to save her. While running outside of the house with the smoke around me, the girl coughing, her mother looks so thankful that I could be her hero. At times I don't feel like a hero. But one day I would like to be someones.