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Neal's Other Life....
Firefighting and Emergency Services
Poems and Pictures (con't)
The Creation of a Firefighter.....

When the Lord was creating Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime 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 specification on this person?

Firefighters have 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 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 what danger. They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on half-eaten meals, and they must have six pair 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 on the standard model? "asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through the fire and where they and their fellow Firefighters should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the side of the head to see their fellow Firefighters 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 can feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Firefighter very slowly, "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. This Firefighter also has a phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into letting go of the child, so they can care for the child in need. And still they rarely get the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from 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, what's the tear for? asked the angel.

"It's a tear from the 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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St. Florian's Prayer

Dear God,

Through the intercession of our patron, Saint Florian,
have mercy on the souls of our comrades who
have made the supreme sacrifice in the performance of their duty,
and on all who have gone before us after years of faithful discharge
of their responsibilities which now rest on ourselves.

Give us Grace to prepare each day for our own summons to
Thy tribunal of justice. Into Thy hands O Lord, I commend my spirit.
Withersoever Thou callest me, I am ready to go.
Merciful Father of all men, save me from all bodily harm,
if it be Thy will, but above all, help me to be loyal and true,
respectful and honorable, obedient and valiant. Thus fortified by virtue,
I shall have no fear, for I shall then belong to Thee
and shall never be separated from Thee.

Amen.

                           - Richard Cardinal Cushing, Archbishop of Boston
Anyone who knew Neal, knew that he proudly wore a medal of St Florian around his neck anytime he left home.  He bought me mine, and I bought him his.  Even though I'm not a FF or EMT, he said as a wife, I qualified for St. Florian's protection.

Thanks to his mother's thinking, when he died, I switched medals with him.  Mine is now around his neck, and his is around mine.
What is a Volunteer Fireman?


Well, first of all he's always busy, Up to his neck in jobs to do,
He must earn a living every day, Keep his family, too.
He likes hanging 'round the firehouse, As the boys chew the fat,
Playing cards and watching T.V., Having drills and things like that.

It's true he isn't home a lot, But rather at the station,
And when convention time rolls 'round, He's there, That's his vacation.
He's known to be awakened by the siren, Late at night,
The sound that is his warning, There's a fire somewhere to fight.

He's highly trained in fighting fires, He's passed the first-aid test,
In Fact in all emergencies, You can bet he'll do his best.
Most times he's rather happy, Taking pride in his fire-team,
In the hose that must fold perfect and the engines that must gleam.

He's splendid in his uniform when he parades in competition,
Always hoping that his company will win highest recognition.
He only asks just once a year for the citizen's donation,
To help improve equipment and to operate the station.

He devotes much time and effort, To the biggest job in town,
So he's a mighty important guy to always have around.
Now fellows, Since this verse is made in modest salutation,
We wish you one and all to know, You're important to our Nation.

And so in closing may we add, Our thanks and our esteem,
To the men who are living up to a little boy's dream.

                                                                        -Margaret Soper
God's Bravest
 
Ever ready in day or night,
always willing to put up a fight.
When flames roll high, or cars collide,
be quick to save the lives inside.

See only firemen could be so brave,
to search the house for a life to save.
Or respond quickly in the cold and black of night,
to save a child from the burning light.

To pray for our brothers if they shall fall,
and lose their life while on the call.
Don't remember they are gone,
only the tremendous job they've done.

I know that if I must leave this world of mine,
I'll be proud of those brave men I left behind

                          -By RD Rynearson Jr
                            Deposit Volunteer FD