First, I want to thank Allison for asking me to drop by today. I always have this “fangirl squee” thing going on when one of the MSW writers asks me to guest. *Squeeeee* Okay. Moment over. To business.
I wasn’t sure what to write about but then, after the recent storms here in Oklahoma and the big fire in Colorado Springs, I decided to talk about adrenaline junkies and people who do extreme things. I’m Oklahoma bred, born, and raised. Mostly. My dad was from Colorado by way of Wyoming and Colorado Springs is my “heart home.” I wish I couldn’t fathom that kind of damage, but I can. For those of you who don’t know me, I spent time as a forensic photographer in the fire service and as a technical investigator (CSI) with a metropolitan police department. I worked the Murrah Federal Building bombing in Oklahoma City. I worked the May 9, 1999 tornado in Moore, Oklahoma, and a whole bunch of floods, fires, and disasters as a member of a search and rescue team. I admit, I was–the operative word is was–an adrenaline junky. I’m too old now, despite the fact there’s a part of me that really wants to go and help. I’m “wise” enough now to know I’d just be in the way. Dammit.