Yesterday, two bombs went off in the 2013 Boston Marathon.
Original estimates were 2 dead with 20+ injured. Today, the count is 3 dead and about 180 injured. The injuries range from leg amputees to scratches and cuts. One of those dead is an 8 year old boy. Another is the granddaughter of someone who loved her.
The footage from the event is astounding. With the towers, at least when I was 11 and my parents and teachers closely monitored the kind of media I saw, I did not see blood on the streets, bodies of victims in chairs and stretchers and first responders staying in the hot zone to aid all of those wounded. I just saw a plane crash and two towers fall down. Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's the footage. This feels more real to me.
I cry for the victims, I cry for Boston, I cry for the world. The duplicity of man, villain and hero, lives on to this day. An ageless story with victims of the physical, mental and emotional sort...
And once again life is pushing me in a specific direction. The rush of an emergency, the sharp and pressure filled environments to gather information with many holes, make decisions, and act. Act quickly. Be it a hazardous situation, a chemical spill, a bomb...
The incident management team,first responders, emergency situations. I've gotta do that. I have already claimed mine as a life of service. The problem has been how to beautifully sew service, health and the kind of situation my brain needs to thrive together into a beautiful little package. Hello. Disasters. I go back and forth on what kind of work I want to do with my life. The reason I'm drawn towards Industrial Hygiene is because it makes me think of the IMT at NBB. But really, those two things are entirely unrelated. What I'm looking for is emergency management, disaster prevention. In this field you have human interaction, leadership, quick thinking and response, health sciences, pressure and team work. It's also sexy. And I know who I am. I acknowledge that I thrive and need external approval. This is a sexy field. It's also a dangerous one. Coming from the girl who wanted work in a Level 4 Biozone at the age of 13, I think danger is good in my professional life. And I can still work for the government. FEMA, EPA, CDC, every branch of ever has an emergency management department. I think this is it. I can be international, it can be domestic. It could be in a private company, consulting, governmental, non-profit. There's flexibility within this field. It's the 2nd in the list of public health careers. Yup.
I've found it. Now what do I do with it. How do I get there?
I've figured out the first step, right?
And when I want something, I have "a particularly excellent way of manifesting it". Meaning, I just keep trying until it happens.
In a disgusting and twisted way, with the sacrifice of many on my mind, I have been given me this thought: this is the most peaceful I've felt in weeks.
Original estimates were 2 dead with 20+ injured. Today, the count is 3 dead and about 180 injured. The injuries range from leg amputees to scratches and cuts. One of those dead is an 8 year old boy. Another is the granddaughter of someone who loved her.
The footage from the event is astounding. With the towers, at least when I was 11 and my parents and teachers closely monitored the kind of media I saw, I did not see blood on the streets, bodies of victims in chairs and stretchers and first responders staying in the hot zone to aid all of those wounded. I just saw a plane crash and two towers fall down. Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's the footage. This feels more real to me.
I cry for the victims, I cry for Boston, I cry for the world. The duplicity of man, villain and hero, lives on to this day. An ageless story with victims of the physical, mental and emotional sort...
And once again life is pushing me in a specific direction. The rush of an emergency, the sharp and pressure filled environments to gather information with many holes, make decisions, and act. Act quickly. Be it a hazardous situation, a chemical spill, a bomb...
The incident management team,first responders, emergency situations. I've gotta do that. I have already claimed mine as a life of service. The problem has been how to beautifully sew service, health and the kind of situation my brain needs to thrive together into a beautiful little package. Hello. Disasters. I go back and forth on what kind of work I want to do with my life. The reason I'm drawn towards Industrial Hygiene is because it makes me think of the IMT at NBB. But really, those two things are entirely unrelated. What I'm looking for is emergency management, disaster prevention. In this field you have human interaction, leadership, quick thinking and response, health sciences, pressure and team work. It's also sexy. And I know who I am. I acknowledge that I thrive and need external approval. This is a sexy field. It's also a dangerous one. Coming from the girl who wanted work in a Level 4 Biozone at the age of 13, I think danger is good in my professional life. And I can still work for the government. FEMA, EPA, CDC, every branch of ever has an emergency management department. I think this is it. I can be international, it can be domestic. It could be in a private company, consulting, governmental, non-profit. There's flexibility within this field. It's the 2nd in the list of public health careers. Yup.
I've found it. Now what do I do with it. How do I get there?
I've figured out the first step, right?
And when I want something, I have "a particularly excellent way of manifesting it". Meaning, I just keep trying until it happens.
In a disgusting and twisted way, with the sacrifice of many on my mind, I have been given me this thought: this is the most peaceful I've felt in weeks.
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