IF MY LIFE AS A FIREMAN WASN'T DANGEROUS ENOUGH, SHE IS SURE TO BURN ME DOWN. EXCERPT OF FIRE CHASER

Nathan Becker looked out over the inner harbor on an early Saturday morning. It wasn't his practice to be at the Bay boardwalk at the crack of dawn, especially on a weekend, but he had to keep up his physical activity period after an injury earlier that year, where he had torn lip tendons and broken ankle, put him out of Commission, the doctor had told him he more than likely wouldn't be able to return to the job he loves so much. Hearing a child in a burning home, he started towards the door as it was blown off its hinges, sending him flying, and crashing to the ground next to the engine. The road to recovery had been difficult and long, and he still, wasn't able to run the ladders. The doctor had told him not to push his love, but he was doing more now than he had thought possible. It had taken two months before he could walk without a limp, and another month before the doctor would release him to light duty.