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Day 3
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I remember my first fire. I was the second volunteer on the scene, so there was a pretty good chance I was going to get in.
When I found the captain, he was having a conversation with the homeowner in a hurry. She was surely having one of the worst days of her life. Here it was, the middle of the night, she was standing outside in the pouring rain, under an umbrella, without shoes, while her house was in fire.
The other volunteer who had arrived just before me – let’s call him Lex Luther- came first and was asked to go inside and save the homeowner’s dog.
Well, I was next. The captain waved me over. He said, “Bezos, I need you to go into the house. I need you to go upstairs and I need you to get this woman a pair of shoes. “So, not exactly what I was hoping for, I went-up the stairs, down the hall, past the ‘real’ fire fighters, who were pretty much done putting out the fire at this point, into the master bedroom to get a pair of shoes.
Now I know what you’re thinking, but I’m