Selfless or Selfish?

6:00AM on a Saturday morning was often the time my father chose to remind me a crisis should never go to waste. “Get up,” he’d bark to the childhood version of me. “There’s an emergency in the city, the crew’s already on site. I’m going in. And you’re coming with me. Maybe you’ll learn something.”

During those early morning treks into the city, from the front seat of my father’s car, I’d watch as he’d wade into an emergency response; always shaking hands, asking questions, huddling in tight circles with stone-faced colleagues, and defining next steps.

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