Gotta get this off my chest while everyone who'd offer some "advice" is most welcomed to try.
- My job is to take care of about 110 special residents (Elders, mentally ill, etc) in five apartments buildings during week-ends; from early afternoon Fridays to Monday mornings.
- No janitor or anything, just the usual surveillance and medical attention when necessary.
In May last year on a Saturday evening we had a terrible Fire right next to mine.
Taking my responsabilities, here's what happened...
- 6:50PM I live on the first floor and someone came banging at my front window yelling like mad.
- 6:52 I'm running out while picking the whole set of keys and my portable, dialing 911 and shouting; "Firefighters, now, HURRY up!" No more time to have a chatty conversation.
- 6:53 Flames have just broken up the first floor kitchen window of the 3rd back apartment east side and they are reaching the third floor.
- 6:53:30 I run back to the front door, open it and there's a thick black smoke cloud filling the 90 feet long corridor.
- 6:55 Two residents stumble down the stairs, i pull them on the Boardwalk. I yell, STAY THERE.
- 6:56 By this time, i'm having trouble breathing myself.
- 6:57 I run by the outside to the North, to try opening wide the downstairs window of the 4 residents there.
- 6:57 I dial up my Boss cell number, and say; "You better get down here to help me if you don't want anyone dead in less than 5 minutes"
His answer? "I'm comin..." (About 10 minutes later, btw - he will park his luxurious SUV down our street.)
- 6:57:30 I'm trying to convince Loulou (she is that old, ya know) to just stay IN near her window sill and not go INTO that deadly corridor. I hear Sirenes.
- 6:57:45 Next, Tony (He's scared as hell, smoke is comin' in under his door.) Grab him by the arm and yell DO NOT GO THERE either.
- 6:58 I return to the front of the building with the firm intention to go back in. By this time, smoke is going out from all sides of South - first, second and third floors.
- 6:59 Some ran out by the back door while i see the red truck driving towards me about 200 feet away.
- 7:01 Firefighters take over. I'm extenuated, sit down in tears on the boardwalk beside a few people and Carole wants to go get her Bird. Then Johanne walks out, barely alive. Then Charlie & Eric. Etc.
- 7:15 The big white SUV parks.
In November, the Fire Department of Laval gave rewards to some citizens for their exceptional courage during such events.
I wasn't invited. My boss took the whole round of applause from a crowd of admirers... so i heard cuz, i just learned this wednesday about it through a municipal publication where a splendid image of him and other true Heroes are all holding some sort of a squared "diploma".
What the bloody burning heck of an hypocrit is that?
Why do i feel i'm like Dustin Offman in HERO, all of sudden?
What should i do? Resign since all i get for this stuff is absolutely no advantages or public acknowledgement of MY courage when it matters? OR just forget the past and keep helping these people i do care about, cuz it's my job?
I should go talk to the man and straighten things up a little for having been kept in a dark cloud of smoky lies by a bunch of cowards. That's what.