My father helped people. Not only was he the 20 year volunteer Fire Chief of the small town we grew up in and a 30 year volunteer firefighter, he also owned the country hardware store and provided the tools and equipment needed to keep all of the farmers in the area up and running. He was always on-duty for both jobs. It was a commonplace occurrence for our phone to ring anytime the store was closed with someone on the other end asking for something that they absolutely needed right then. Heíd invariably go over and meet them to get them what they needed. Heíd also be happy to go out and fix things for people when they needed it and couldnít quite do it themselves. Itís what having a country hardware store was all about, I learned from him. People needed help, and we helped them.
Thatís not all. We lived in Northern Illinois about 2hrs from where I live now. Every time it snowed my father, brother, and I were up before the sun helping to clear the storefronts of snow. After we did that, weíd plow the fire station so the trucks could get out. If it was Sunday, weíd meet other people at the church and get the sidewalks and the parking lot clear before the service. Then, weíd make sure and plow the driveways and shovel the sidewalks of the elderly and infirm in the town. It wasnít a big town, just a few hundred people, so we knew who needed our help and who could do it themselves. Weíd usually be able to make it to school on time, but the school teachers knew what we were doing and were happy to excuse a late arrival. The town was small, interconnected, and friendly. We all helped each other out and could depend on our neighbors. Thatís just the way it was.
Growing up with the example of my father, my mother, and the rest of my family taught me that helping people was just what we did. I try to teach my son the same thingÖ that ďOur Family Helps PeopleĒ. I want him to be unafraid to lend a hand to those in need and Iím trying to live up to the example set by my father.
Back then, helping people seemed so easy. Sure, it was hard work sometimesÖ but we were happy to do it. Helping people feels good. Iíve always said that Iíve gotten more back from working in EMS and the fire service than I could ever hope to give back to it. Helping people is in my blood, volunteering is in my blood. †My community needs me to volunteer for it, and I need to volunteer for my community.
Those of you that read the blog often know that I am a volunteer paramedic and firefighter as well as being a full time paramedic and firefighter. In both of my full-time jobs, I interface quite a lot with volunteer agencies and personnel. I know the volunteers well and Iíve explored the internal workings of a number of volunteer agencies. I donít think that volunteers are ďruiningĒ EMS or the fire service as Iíve seen some of my readers comment, but I donít think that volunteer agencies should be exempt from even one requirement of their full-time counterparts. Volunteer agencies have a lot to live up to. They need to recruit and retain good people and they need those good people to want to devote large amounts of effort and time to help the agency succeed. They have to be well ran and have to make their people feel good about being there.
Iíve been around the business for a long time now and ďhelping peopleĒ has never been as easy as it used to be when my dad got me up for shoveling snow. Helping people has been sullied by politics, by personality conflicts and power plays, and has been tainted by flawed goals other than the pure want to help our neighbors in need. The myth of the ďvolunteer shortageĒ is just that. There is no shortage of people who want to ďHelp peopleĒ. Thereís simply a shortage of volunteer agencies that arenít tainted by personal politics. The fire service, EMS, and its close relatives have oodles of interpersonal politics at play in their internal workings. It pulls these agencies apart at the seams and puts people through the meat grinder unnecessarily. Good people get SO ANGRY at other good people and the original mission and drive that caused these good people to join the volunteer agency gets lost. Grudges get created and held for unbelievable long times. Feelings get hurt, people get hurt, and the community suffers for it.
If I have been guilty of this kind of behavior in the past, let me apologize for it now. I resolve to let my grudges go and work for the best interests of my community and of the people in need. If my personality doesnít fit well with another volunteerís I resolve to work with that person to the best extent because the fact that we both are there for our community and are committed to our mission gives us common ground to build upon. When I disagree with another committed person, I resolve to handle it in the most positive way possible and find the best solution for all concerned. I resolve to be nice and stay positive. I resolve to show resolve for making our agency the best it can be.
Look at that previous paragraph. It was hard for me to write that because while I have my grudges and disagreements with other volunteers, I donít believe that they are my fault. Read that again. I donít believe that I am at fault for the disagreements, arguments, and anger weíve generated. I donít believe I am at fault for the grudges Iíve held. I donít believe that *I* am the one in the wrong.
Nobody wants to believe they are the ones in the wrong.
Iím letting that go. It doesnít matter who is at fault. None of it is good for the community. Itís not good for our agency. Itís not good for our patients and itís certainly not good for the people involved. While I will always believe in the free, fierce, and open debate of ideas, Iím resolving not to get angry anymore. Iím not bringing my ego to the table anymore. I want my agency to succeed, I want our community to be safe, and I want everyone that is dedicated to helping my community to do the best in life that they can.
Is it time for you to let things go as well?