Frank had such a selfless heart for others. The word selfless was who he was and was known for. It didn’t matter about the situation; if he could help, he did. He tried to always be there for others. It wasn’t always about helping others with mental health. It was as small as just helping a friend move from one home to another to help save the lives of a father and daughter nearly drowning in the ocean. He didn’t think twice; he knew some of the things he did could risk his life, but he knew in his heart that was his calling to do. He never anticipated receiving anything in exchange. Frank wasn’t the type to tell everyone he was a firefighter. He didn’t like the attention. He would get a thank you from strangers but downplay it as it’s his job to serve the community. He was never a boastful person. He never tried to outdo anyone but himself; he wanted to constantly better himself. He perceived himself as no different from anyone else. Being a first responder was what he wanted to do at a very young age. He started as a fire explorer and a cadet at a young age, around 16 years old. He had gone on a ride-along at the age of 16. He did see some traumatic calls, which could have been a part of the long-term effects of starting PTSD. But he was too young to understand that, and back then, that wasn’t something anyone talked about until recently. This was still his passion to become a firefighter; it didn’t stop him. A few years later, he went to Fire Academy School. After that, he got a job with the Forest Service. He did a season on the Los Padres Hotshot Crew; after that season, he continued his apprenticeship by working at different departments within the district where he was hired. He worked for them for a few years until he decided to make a change in the fire agency and got hired by Cal Fire. He was with that agency, working from northern California to southern California, for a few years. On one of the fires he was on, he had a close call of a close burn over in 2015. From then on, that changed his life; he stopped working in the fire, thinking it was the best thing to do for himself mentally. He focused on his mental health during that time. He took a few years off from fire. He wasn’t happy about not being on fire. Fire was his passion and all he knew. He then went back to apply to the Forest Service to work as a helicopter crew member. He loved being back. I could tell this was him despite the trauma he had faced before. He soon became more involved in learning and advocating for mental health. He was known by his crew as the go-to guy if someone was having a hard time. Some would say, “Call Frank; he knows what to do.” After spending about three years on the crew, he decided to make another change for the betterment of our family life. He still wanted to go after one of his dream jobs. He applied for the firefighter position in the Department of Defense Fire Department. He got it! He never gave up on his dream and worked hard for everything. He was the type that didn’t ask for help to get a job; he wanted to do it himself. In everything he did in life, he always gave 110%. This is why I chose to start this foundation in his name, because he deserves it and proud that I was part of it as his wife.