25 years ago I walked into the Sanford Fire Department to work 10 hours a week as the ambulance billing clerk. In only 11 days I will walk out of the SFD for the last time as a firefighter/EMT. It has gone by in the blink of an eye.
25 years ago my son was 8 years old and my daughter was only 4. They are now 33 and 29 (you could have figured that out for yourself) and have both graduated from college. My daughter remains single; my son is married with a daughter.
25 years ago I was married, living in a 200 year old farmhouse in a rural area of Maine. Today I am single, having divorced in 2000, and live with a loving, generous man in a less rural area of Maine.
25 years ago I was only 35 and today I am 60 (I know, you could figure that one out too). When I got hired, I never expected to become a firefighter and I certainly never expected that I would retire from this profession.
Yesterday I traveled to the retirement office and completed the necessary papers. It’s official. September 16 is the first day of the rest of my life.
Time flies when you are having fun or so I’ve been told.
Thanks for stopping by…
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