Lights and sirens

On Friday night, around 10:30 pm, just as I was dozing of to sleep, I received a message and then my pager went off.

RCR Mittagong, persons trapped, it read.

I sprung out of bed, put on my overalls and shoes, grabbed keys, wallet and phone and ran down my driveway to the rescue truck parked 50 meters away.

This would be the first time I had driven a truck under lights and sirens.

Before I could depart, there were a number of things I had to do; unlock the bay doors, warm up the truck and radio in.

In the dark and cold, and with the Adrenalin pumping, my hands were shaking as I fumbled for the keys and clumsily unlocked the bay doors.

I tripped as I jumped into the truck, and in the dark, tried to locate the choke as it bumbled to a start.

Eventually I got rolling and radio’d in as I hurtled down the road for the first time under response conditions.

A few gear crunches, and five minutes later, I was on scene and parking the truck.

The whole time I was thinking to myself, what am I doing? why am I doing this?

We rescued the gentleman who was trapped and despite a few hiccups, I’m glad that I challenge myself to do what I did.

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Photo Sasha Baer.

It’s easy to let fear of failure, or making a mistake, stop you from trying different things and challenging yourself.

I felt anxiety and trepidation before and during the response but despite those feelings I did it anyway and I’m planning on learning from my mistakes.

Try something new today…