I walk into the class room and sit down... these kids seem so young. No one is talking for about the first five minutes. A few stragglers mosey on in with looks of anticipation marking their face. It's been so long since I've been in this type of environment and I'm feeling my stomach sink a bit. Come on Casey, you've fought fires and have saved peoples lives, don't let these new surrounding get you nervous...
Here's my story; I'm 22 years old, from the great state of South Dakota, and I have just recently returned for college. The last few years of my life have been spent playing superman as a United States Marine Firefighter. Unfortunately for me, I've learned that kryptonite is not my only weakness. During combat training I managed to sprain my ankle, which turned into a break later, and after nine grueling months of working on an injured leg I needed surgery. Some might ask why I waited for so long to seek the medical help I needed but if you have ever experienced a true bond of 'brotherhood' you will understand that I could not leave my friends for any reason. Uncle Sam had a different idea though, a week before my unit was to deploy for Iraq I was pulled out and received surgery. To make a long story short, here I am. That chapter of my life is closed and now I'm a twenty two year old freshmen going through college just like everybody else.
