This is not your usual story of heroism in terms of lives saved. Nor is it a story of courage in the face of insurmountable odds when faced with the most devastating and incredibly fearsome force on earth—fighting fires. Although fighting fires and suppression has plenty of bearing indeed on my life as a firefighter, however the emphasis is placed on heroism of another kind through monumental struggles of possession. Follow closely with me as I delve into Firefighter In A Crackhouse. While being faced with the raging out-of-control fires in my job as a firefighter, I also faced a raging out-of-control fire within me—of drugs and alcohol and an inner turmoil deep in the innermost parts of my soul, brought on by my riotous living; to what and where does one turn? How do you kindle the burning desires to run away, hide, and simply put, give up on life all together? How do I put up a fight against an enemy who simply is to cunning and powerful? Where do I get the strength to fight the enemy who is desperately trying to consume me, the fire that is instrumental in initiating my path of destruction? When the flames of life are threatening to consume you and leave you as an ash heap, it is time to pray; instead I turned to alcohol and crack cocaine as the only solution to my life’s situations. My cry was simply and repeatedly, is there a hero to save the hero?