Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Some little boys are interested in family history, some want to grow up and be a soldier or a policeman, most want to be just like there dad, I wanted to be a fireman. In the 1950's those that served their country were honored above all. The next best thing was serving your community. As a little boy, all I saw was the glitz and glamour of being a fireman. I could imagine myself climbing that 30 foot ladder grabbing that little kid, putting them over my shoulder and taking them to safety. Or holding onto that fire hose and saving a house.
With friends devoting there lives to the fire department I understand what it means to serve. When they serve there whole family serves. They don’t get a lot of high fives from the community like I thought they would. Maybe a nod on the forth of July when they blow the horn of the fire engine. Our dedicated firemen are just unbelievable. No way I could fill their shoes. We took a group of young boys down to the local fire department for a tour ten years ago. The kids got way more than a tour, they got to see what a fireman’s life is like. At the end of the tour they got out the sixty foot ladder truck and showed us how they fight a fire on a high rise. Each and every firemen had that glint in the eye that I must have had at five years old. Every time we dial 911, they come flying in the door ready to help. The whole emergency response team shows up at the door in less than five minutes.
To all of you that give so much so that we can have a better life, we are thankful that your dream came true.