A Fireman's Prayer
When I am called to duty, God,
Whenever flames may rage;
Give me strength to save some life,
Whatever be its age.Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late,
Or save an older person
From the horror of that fate.Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently,
To put the fire out.I want to fill my calling
And to give the best in me,
To guard my every neighbor
And protect his property.
And if, according to my fate, I am to lose my life, Please bless with your protecting, my children and my wife.
- Author Unknown.
One Kind of Hero
This is one kind of hero. There are many others who are
not in such a dangerous line of work, who also risk their lives
to help in recovery efforts. Then there are the quiet heros
who try to bring comfort and understanding to those who
have lost someone dear. Those heros listen, listen, listen,
without judgement, without advice, unless asked, and with
unconditional love.
They are there for us, day or night, always available, and they
make it known to us that we can talk and we can repeat ourselves,
until our grief is spent. They realize that the grief comes in waves and
we may need to be angry, or sad, or overwhelmed all over
again on a different day. They accept all this with grace, never
losing patience. For in their wisdom they know that our lives will
never be the same again because of our loss, we will never be the
same person either, and they wait for us to find ourselves and become
the person we must become to survive the sorrow.

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