my first blog

So this is my first blog. Not sure what to talk about. I guess I can tell you why i became a paramedic/firefighter. Growing up till i was eight it was just my mother and I. We struggled along and i remember even at one point having roaches in the tub while taking a bath. Then at age 8 my mother married a real tool box named Bob. At first i thought he was cool until the wonderful morning visits he did in the am. He decided to start touching me. Being that i was young and dumb so to speak i didn't tell anyone till i was 15. At band camp. I took a crap load of pills and went to bed. I obviously woke up and told my teacher. Who obviously told the right people because at 10am Monday morning they came out to my house and tore me away. Which started a whole mess of stuff.
I was never believed for whatever reason even though he failed a lie dector test. i left my house at 17 and never looked back. I didn't know what i was gonna do but i wasn't going back. i got two jobs and went to school becoming a EMT. I watched my great-grandmother pass away and i wanted to do something bout it. I also felt like a failure growing up so i wanted to wake up a hero everyday. I was determined whatever it took to not be my mother.