When the Lord was creating Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of
overtime when an angel
appeared and said, "Your doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one."
The Lord said "Have you read the specification on this person?
Firefighters have to be able to go for hours fighting fires or tending to a
person that the
usual every day person would never touch, while putting in
the back of their mind the circumstances. They have to be able
to move at a
second's notice and not think twice of what they are about to do, no matter
what danger. They have to be
in top physical condition at all times, running
on half-eaten meals, and they must have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems, " said the Lord, "it's the
three pairs of eyes a Firefighter has
to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through the fire and where they and
their fellow Firefighters
should fight the fire next. Another pair here in
the side of the head to see their fellow Firefighters and keep them safe.
another pair of eyes in the front so that they can look for the victims
caught in the fire that need their help."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this
tomorrow." "I can't," said the
Lord, "I already have a model that can carry a 250 pound man down a flight of stairs and to safety from a burning building,
feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled
the model of the Firefighter very slowly, "Can it think?"
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a
and can recite procedures in their sleep that are needed to care for a
person until they reach the hospital.
And all the while they have to keep their
wits about themselves. This Firefighter also has phenomenal personal control.
can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into
letting go of the child so that they can care
for the child in need. And
still they rarely get the recognition for a job well done from anybody,
other than from fellow
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of
Firefighter. "There's a leak," she pronounced.
"Lord, it's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for
commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American
Flag. It's a
tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered. And it's a tear for
their commitment to caring
for and saving lives of their fellow man!"
"What a wonderful feature Lord, you're a genius" said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said "I didn't put it there."
The pager rings out, “there’s work to be done”.
We all know,
someone’s dialed 9-1-1.
In the heat of day, or the dead of night.
It is never a good time, to start
Always willing to go, without a thought.
Hoping you’ve learned, from the
House fire, car accident, or VSA.
We will not falter, or be led astray.
With all our hearts pounding, and “air packs” donned.
The scene could be dark, without a sound.
No smoke, or body, ever be found.
Mayhem and chaos, the next roster call.
Flames and death greet us, we’ve
seen it all.
Roll up the hose and gear, or pack the “jaws”
Trying to determine,
“what was the cause?”
All in a days work, and always without a fear.
From your local firefighter….a
Author: Matt Richardson