A Firefighter's Wife

My hubby has been a volunteer firefighter for over a year now. At first I did not know how I felt about it when he told me that he was going to begin the training. He has always had a willing attitude to help others. Part of me was happy and part of me was worried. What is something happens like the roof caving in or an explosion? I don't want him to get hurt. But what about the people in the house or structure where the fire is occurring? There need to be people to help save them.
I am glad that he is doing his part to help the local community by being a firefighter. He gets calls to house fires, forest/brush fires, and car/motorcycles accidents. He has helped extricate people from vehicles after an accident, while others are taken away by the coroner. The experiences that he has had during this time have helped us both to enjoy life and be more careful.

We unplug electronics before leaving on long trips (he even unplugs the toaster oven when not in use)
We check the batteries in our fire detectors and in the detectors of elderly family members
We make sure everyone has their seat beat on in the car and no distracted driving!
Plus we do a lot of other safety related activities to try to prevent unwanted fire damage.

When the call comes in, day or night, I still feel nervous as he puts on his uniform to head out. But I know that he is going to be safe and try to help someone that is having a worst time than I am.