I'm a fire fighter in Hawaii.  I love my job.  It's been a dream of mine since I was a kid.  Seeing my uncles drive away on the fire trucks, off to who knows where to help someone.  The lights and sirens blaring driving into up to a scene not knowing what kind of situation they will find.  Absolute mahem?  Multiple car pile up?  Some one having a heart attack? Maybe a lady giving birth.  Everything from life or death to the joy of bring a new born baby in to this world.  That's what I wanted to do. 

I've been lucky to live out my dream over the last nine years.  I've had the privlage of saving people, being the one that they call for in time of need, or going into total chaos to make sense of or render help in a situation.  I can't even describe the feeling of know that I was a part of saving someones life. 

I'm a father of 6.  I love to play volleyball, softball and surf.  My children love that their "daddy is a firefighter".  They get such a kick out of seeing me in my uniform.  Seeing the trucks go by, looking to see if I'm the truck rushing off to an alarm.  They love to come an visit at the station even just to say hi.

My passion has always been to help people.  Now at least  I get paid to do it.