Someone else’s shoes

A week and four days. In a week and four days I’ll throw on fire turnout gear and run (well jog, if I’m honest) through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. Along with about 30,000 other people. The tunnel will be hot. It will be noisy. It will smell of gasoline, sweat and vehicle exhaust. But I’ll

It’s been 18 years! Isn’t it time we move on?

”It’s been eighteen years” she exclaimed before pausing, pursing her lips and adding softly “Isn’t it time we move on?” I’ll admit there was a time these words would have made me instantly bristle. Especially being a veteran first responder myself. I would have quickly lamented about how “they ran in when others ran out”

A journey of remembrance part II

The silence was eventually broken by ferry boat engines roaring to life. We all stood on the top deck, watching the Manhattan skyline expand before us. Standing out among the many tall skyscrapers stood the recently completed One World Trade. She stood proudly and alone at that height. Signaling that as a national, we will

A journey of remembrance Part I…

A regular road race in NYC turns into a lesson in resilience and remembrance.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton