Someone made the mistake of making the comment to me yesterday, I don’t know why we were talking about this, that I shouldn’t marry a “fireman, EMT, Paramedic, or Doctor (I would assume that also means police and military too) because they’re always on call, work the weekends, and their jobs are too dangerous.”
WOW! That’s a brave thing to say to me. I was not a happy girl. I have developed a much deeper love and respect for these men and women in the last few months. Not that I didn’t respect them before, it has just intensified. I have seen closer up the power and affect they have on people and what a difference they make in lives every day.
I probably would RATHER marry one of those. Most of those guys love what they do, they are always willing to help people in need, and they have seen so much life and death that I can’t imagine they wouldn’t be the most loving people in the world. They know what it’s like to be here one minute and gone the next. That would make me more loving towards my family.
Yes, their jobs are dangerous, but that’s okay because God is always watching over them. When things do happen, they are for a reason. That doesn’t mean that if I were to marry one that I wouldn’t ever worry about him. You bet I would worry about him, all the time, but also would put him in God’s hands knowing that He sends His angels to help those in need and protect those who help those in need.
This is going to sound wrong at first, but if I had to have something tragic happen to my husband, either injury or death, not that I would want any of that to happen but, I would rather it be while he was doing something he loved and was passionate about rather than just driving home from the office. Every job has its risks. Does she think that those men and women shouldn’t be married? What a way to treat the men and women protecting and fighting for us every day. Getting in the car to go ANYWHERE is a risk to EVERYONE. Never take advantage of a moment because you never know when it’s going to be your last.
I can’t imagine someone who doesn’t like to help people. I love to help people. I don’t think I could marry someone who doesn’t help others. We would probably get into arguments because I would want to help and he wouldn't. I don’t think that would work well. I also can’t marry someone too helpful because we would both just help and give, becoming tired, worn out, and poor. I need that someone who can balance me out. Helping when able, but also knowing when it’s too much. I know he’s out there somewhere and God’s writing our amazing love story. He may be here and he maybe there but really he could be anywhere.
I don’t care who I marry as long as “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family (haha, sorry I couldn’t resist :-) )” If your job is legal, and we have food, clothes, love, and a warm place to sleep, then do what you wish. I will always pray for your safety no matter what you do.
Follow your dreams. Live your passions. Give freely. Love with everything you have.
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