A Fireman's Prayer
 

When I am called to duty, God
Wherever Flames may rage
Give me the 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 their property
And if according to your will
I have to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand
My children and my wife
 
 

WHAT IS A FIREMAN?
 

He's the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy.

He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.

He's a guy like you and me with warts and worries and unfulfilled dreams.
Yet he stands taller than most of us.
 He's a fireman.
 He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.

A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.

He's a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.
He's a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence  out of control.

He's responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held
too many small bodies that will never laugh again.

He's a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life -  hot coffee held in numb, unbending
fingers - a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave
men - the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.

He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.

When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.

He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.

He lives it.
 

                     Author Unknown
 
 

The Lord Created Firemen & Paramedics
 

When the Lord was creating firemen and parmedics, he was into his
sixth day of over time when an angel appeared and said,

"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said,

"Have you read the specs on this order? A firefighter/paramedic has 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 his mind the circumstances.

"He has to be able to move at a seconds moment and not think twice of what
he is about to do, no matter what the danger.

"He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black
coffee and half-eaten meals.

He has to 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/paramedic has to
 have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded.

One pair that sees through the fire and where he and his fellow firefighters
should fight the fire next. (when he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job.)
"Another pair here in the side of his head to see his fellow firefighters so as to keep
them safe. And another pair of eyes in the front so that he can look for victims
caught in the fire that needs his help to be saved."

"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
in a burning building to safety and can feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the firefighter/paramedic very slowly,
"can it think?" she asked. "You bet," said the Lord.

"It can tell you the elements of a hundred fires; and can recite procedures in
his sleep that are needed to care for a person until they reach the hospital while
keeping their wits about themselves.

This firefighter/paramedic also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal
with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into letting go of the
child so that he can care for the child in need. And still does he rarely get
 recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from his
fellow firefighters/paramedics."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the check of the firefighter/paramedic.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put to much into the model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny
piece of cloth called the Canadian flag, which they have committed their lives to
carrying and saving their fellow man's lives!

"You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.

Anonymous
 
 

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