Feb 20, 2005 17:01
the author of this poem is unknown to me.. yet it describes why i'm purusing my dream.....
My little girl looked startled as a fire engine passed in haste,
And from my rear-view mirror, I saw the expression on her face.
Her eyes were opened wide filled with curiosity and fear.....
She said, "mommy, what is that big truck with the loud noise that I hear?"
I explained that the "truck" carried men and women who's only aim
was to help someone in danger though they may not know his name.
She said, "mommy, aren't those the ones who wear the shiny hats?"
And I said, "yes honey, that's right.... but it means much more than that."
Those people are trained and dedicated and many times have shown....
that to save the life of someone else, they'll often risk their own.
Then my other child joined in with a bright inquisitive stare.
"If the people they help are strangers, then what would make them care?"
Her question made me stop and think, what are the rewards of being "brave?"
Is it the smiles on the faces of the children they may save?
Or the beholden expression of a man standing beside his wife
watching firefighters battling to save the house he'd worked for all his life? Or pulling someone out of a burning house or car?
There's a memory like that for them behind every burn or scar.
The word "courage" is described as: the strength to withstand fear
and firefighters use that courage many times in their career.
So, to answer her question honestly and explain why they're so "daring,"
I said....
"they're very special people with an uncommon sense of caring."