Just a short while ago, I was notified that an article I had submitted to FIREHOUSE.com had been approved and published.
It's not that I'm a newcomer to publication, but I'm no master writer, either. I started writing short articles on various topics, long before there was an Internet, as either a reality or even a dream! Thinking back, I believe the first article of mine that was published happened in 1972, while spending my junior year from Brandeis University studying in Israel. I wrote a short piece, in Hebrew, about an educational methodology which assist students to retain material studied. About six weeks after I had turned it in to my instructor, she provided me with a journal from the school, in which my article had been published. Along that line, while working as both an Educational Director and Executive Director in synagogues, I had several articles published on educational, leadership development, member retention and more. Nevertheless, this honor shines a bit higher for me.
It was shortly after stumbling into and then joining a combination fire department in North Carolina, a new magazine for the fire service arrived at the firehouse. By the time I had an opportunity get my hands on it, you might have though it was published in the 1920's! Nevertheless, I was a newbie and hungry to learn whatever I could about being a firefighter. That magazine was FIREHOUSE.
Every month, I waited my turn to read the latest edition, reading it cover to cover. What I didn't understand, I talked over with a couple of our caretakers (24-on/48-off, driver of first apparatus due out) who had become mentors to me and another young man who had joined up at the same time. Some of the stuff was way above my head, but I did my best to absorb what I could. It was sometime in its second year of publication, I decided I wanted to read a nice, shiny, new monthly edition and forked over whatever the cost was for the subscription.
FIREHOUSE was more than a magazine to me; it was a text book. I read authors' bio's to learn about them before I read what they had written. I took notes on the pages of the magazine. I saw Dennis Smith as the dean of a firefighters' school, where any and every firefighter could come and learn tactics, ideas, concepts and so much more. Though it seems like only yesterday, it was forty-one years ago.
And today, thanks to some special folks, I "joined" the faculty.