Creation Of A 
When the Lord was creating
Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel
appeared and said, "Your doing a lot of fiddling around with
this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specifications on this
person? Firefighters have to be able to go for hours fighting
fire, or tending to a person that the usual every day person would
never touch, while putting in the back of their mind the circumstances.
They have to be able to move at a second's notice, and not think
twice of what they are about to do, no matter the danger. They
must be in top physical condition at all times, running on half
eaten meals, and they must 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
has to have." "That's the
standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded, "One
pair that sees through the fire, and where they and their fellow
firefighter should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the
side of the head to see their fellow Firefighter, and keep them
safe. And another pair
of eyes in the front so that they can look for the victims caught
in the fire that need their help." "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 and to
safety from a burning building, and feed a family of five on a
civil service paycheck. "The angel circled the model of a
Firefighter very slowly, and asked, "Can it think?"
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the
elements of a hundred fires; and can recite procedures in their
sleep that are needed to care for a person until they reach the
hospital. And all the while they have to keep their wits about
themselves. They can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt,
coaxing a child's mother into letting go of the child so that
they can care for the child in need. And still they rarely get
the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than their
fellow Firefighters."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek
of the Firefighter. "There's a leak," she pronounced.
"Lord it's a tear." "It's a tear from bottled-up
emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for commitment to that funny
piece of cloth called the American Flag. It's a tear for all the
pain and suffering they have encountered. And it's a tear for
their commitment to caring for and saving lives of their fellow
man!"
"What a wonderful feature, Lord, you're a genius," said
the angel. The Lord looked somber, and said, "I didn't put
it there."
-Author Unknown
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