LordFangirl

And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking twelve's.

A lot of people out there are probably wondering why we do this job. Um, and it's true. Some days are bad. We grope around in zero visibility, hoping we grab onto an arm or a leg, and we pull someone to safety.But if I'm being honest, I just-- Sometimes you can search through an entire room, come up empty. And you hear about the kid you missed under the bed. I don't care who you are. I don't care how many years you've had on the job. You think to yourself, "How did I miss it? How come I didn't reach just a few feet further?" No doubt, there are days you want to pick up your helmet, and you wanna Chuck it in the lake. Some days, you get to see things that no one gets to see... A wife grateful you dragged her husband to safety, a grown man dripping like a faucet 'cause you saved his son. And every once in a while, you get to see a baby take its first breath in the middle of a ten-car pileup with lights and sirens and a whole group of firemen standing around just clapping till it hurts. Those are good days. You want to know what I'm thankful for? I'm thankful because I have two families. And not too many people can say that.

Shotgun shuts his cake hole.

I should have made it work, but sometimes it's easier to just let things fall apart