Many years ago I sat on the deck of a beach house with my step-brother. We were enjoying an adult beverage, watching the sunset and catching up. This brother is the quiet one, so having a deep conversation was never really our norm. This night was different. On this night he began opening up just a bit about his volunteer firefighter position. Though he opened up for only a bit, he shared some graphic scenes that he witnessed firsthand…images he can never un-see. The stories were horrendous. These tragic scenes changed him. Without a doubt they hardened him, kept him up at night and haunted his sleep.