by Michael Donahoe
When it comes to jobs and careers, many kids talk about what they want to be starting from an early age. For me, it was ten years old. My mom had a scrapbook she kept of school records and various happenings while I was growing up. She showed me a post I had written in the book, at age ten, saying I wanted to be a fireman.
Many kids talk about being a fireman when they are young, but not as many actually become one. I was one of those that followed through over the years and did fulfill my dream. Yet, it did not all happen at once, but over many years.
When I was eighteen, I came across an article in the local newspaper that talked about a volunteer organization that worked with Columbus Fire. Now, being a Columbus Firefighter was my absolute lifetime dream. My grandfather had been on Columbus and we lived just a few blocks from two different Columbus fire stations. My mom would take me to them often when we were out for a walk. The organization was the Columbus Fire Auxiliary and I was so excited when I found out I could apply to be part of this group.
At this point in time, I did not have many options to get hired with Columbus Fire because there was a height and weight limit, and I was always too skinny. Fortunately, the Columbus Auxiliary was a fantastic opportunity for me and it did not have those weight requirements. Glad to say, I applied and got accepted and spent two years enjoying being part of the firefighter family.
In the meantime, life went on and I got married, had a couple children and did not have time to spend as a volunteer. Fortunately, a few years later, we moved into an area that still had a part volunteer/part paid fire department. Again, I was extremely excited because this was a step-up from my first experience. I got to participate more and felt more like a firefighter. I spent seven years working with the Madison Township Fire Department. I definitely got an idea of what life was like working at the firehouse, and I was certainly hooked. I actually got to a point where I qualified to take the test for the Columbus Fire Department, although I never got far enough along to get hired.
After another change in life came along, I left the volunteer position and worked more on family, my kids and normal day to day life. Needless to say, at this point I was in my mid-thirties and I was seriously thinking my chances of getting hired full-time was passing.
At this point I have to credit my wife for pushing me to take the civil service exam one more time. Since this had been a life-long dream of mine, fortunately I listened to her and I signed up for the next test. I can still remember it well, it was in 1992, the test was given at the Ohio State Fairgrounds and it was absolutely packed. I found out later there were around 7,500 people there for the test. I was standing near the end of one line, it was raining, and I almost decided to leave. I think God spoke to me from within and I decided that since I was already there, I should just stay, and I am so glad I did. I passed the exam and at least got on the list to continue the testing process.
This started a long, long time of testing processes that was so aggravating to me, I would often wonder what I was thinking getting into this. Yet, in 1997 (yes, five years later), I got the call that the Columbus Fire Department was offering me a job. I cannot express in words the joy and excitement I felt. I actually got up from my desk at my current job and drove straight to the recruitment office to get my official papers to be hired. A little over two weeks later, I found myself sitting at the Columbus Fire Academy on my first day as a fire recruit.
As a new fire recruit, I was one of the oldest people in the class. I was now 43, but the excitement of getting the job helped me to put in the effort, fit in with the younger people and get through the tough training to be a firefighter.
(Final Burn in the academy with Red Company, Class of 5-4-97)
You cannot imagine the feelings of accomplishment, joy, happiness and being so proud on graduation day. My dream that started when I was ten years old was finally a reality. I spent the next twenty-two years living my dream as a Columbus Firefighter. If I was younger, I would still be working because it is the best job I can image. Yet, I always said when I turned sixty-five, I would retire and enjoy life. Besides, I did not want to become an old man that no one trusted or felt comfortable working around. After all, firefighting is mainly for young people and I did not want to stay past my time and ruin a good reputation.
At that point, I turned in my retirement papers and have enjoyed spending time with my wife and family, relaxing, traveling and doing whatever I wanted each day. Do I miss it? I sure do. I miss the people, I miss the excitement of the job, I miss the notoriety, I miss the runs and not knowing for sure what you were getting into and I miss the proud feeling of being able to help people in time of distress. Yet, I do not miss getting up early for work, having a schedule to follow, nor riding the medic and being up half the night.
(My final day of work at Fire Station 22 and the great group of guys I worked with)
I can gladly say I am so very thankful to my wife for pushing me, so thankful to God for helping me to live my dream, and so thankful for all the other firefighters I had the privilege to work with over the years. In all, I got to enjoy thirty-one years of firefighting experiences, which was longer than I had realized at retirement. It was thirty-one years well spent with many experiences and friendships I will never forget.
