With
A Heavy
Heart I Witness
We
lost a part of our world.
A
man has been killed.
A
brother has fallen.
A
good friend is no longer here to help.
For
days, we try to prepare to say goodbye.
We
have many friends. They are all very wonderful.
They
have help in many ways that no one on the outside even thought
about-
Food
& soft drinks seem to appear out of nowhere-companies from
outside are
Here
to cover our area while we are out of service.
All
those who have come to help are our Brothers-we are not related by
blood-\
We
are not of the same religion or skin color.
We
are auto mechanics and computer engineers. Electricians, plumbers,
school
Teachers
& CPA's, truck driver & CEO, standing side by
side in our tragic
Loss.
The
day is long and hot, it starts before the sun is up.
The
truck is draped, the hall prepared, we can do this, we must.
The
service is carried like a litter. All hands on. No one here will
let it drop
If
we should stumble, and stumble we do.
We
are in pain, and we grieve.
We
go on.
Now,
the service is over.
Back
the truck in & have another coffee it's been a long hard
day.
Look
forward to some rest & see the kids for a
time………
TONES!!!!!!!!!!
Men
& women, that an hour ago, were too choked with grief to
speak, Jump
Out
of patent leather & dress uniform into bunker gear
& boots.
There
are no reporters here now.
No
camera crew.
It's
just another fire call out of hundreds that no one will hear about.
They
don't care if they get their picture on TV or get to read their
name in the papers.
The
truck that moments ago sat quiet & blacked- burst into red
& wails off into the rain & wind. Someone needs
help!!!!!!!!
They
care about me, they care about you, they care about "our" homes
& they go.
My
heart is heavy, but it is lifted high by what I witness here.
Thank
you God for the fire fighters!
Thank
you firemen! |