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 with this one.”
The Lord replied “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 everyday 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 have to 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 pair of hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord “it`s the three pairs of eyes a Firefighter has to have.”
“It`s not the pair of 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 front so they can look for their
victims caught in the fire that need their help.”
“Lord,” said the angel while touching his sleeve, “rest and work on this tomorrow.”
“I can`t,” replied the Lord, “I already have a model that will carry a 250 pound man down a flight of stairs to safety from a burning building, and can feed a family of four or 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. It 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 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 most, always from fellow Firefighters.”
“You bet!” said the Lord. “It can tell you the elements of a hundred fires. It 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 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 most, always 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 sighs, “It’ a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s
a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for
commitment to that funny piece of cloth known as his country’s 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 and
property of their fellow-man.”
”What a wonderful feature Lord, you are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and bowed his head… “I didnt’ put it there, it came naturally.”
Author: Unknown
Firefighters Gloves
A Firefighters Gloves hold many things
From elderly arms to a kids broken swing
From the hands they shake and the backs they pat
To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat
At 2 am they are filled with chrome
From the DWI who was on her way home
And the equipment they use to roll back the dash
From the family of 6 she involved in the crash
The brush rakes in spring, wear the palms out
When the wind does a “90” to fill them with doubt
The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow
Of the face of a firefighter who mutters “What now?”
They hold inch and three quarters flowing one twenty five
So the ones going in, come back out alive
When the regulator goes; then there isn’t too much,
But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch
The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars;
The lives they saved never measured in dollars
Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold
Or, so that is what I’ve been always told
But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch
Those are the things we all need so much
They hold back the rage on that 3 am call
They hold in the fear when you’re lost in a hall
They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow
They hold in the desire to “Do it tomorrow”
From elderly arms to a kids broken swing
From the hands they shake and the backs they pat
To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat
At 2 am they are filled with chrome
From the DWI who was on her way home
And the equipment they use to roll back the dash
From the family of 6 she involved in the crash
The brush rakes in spring, wear the palms out
When the wind does a “90” to fill them with doubt
The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow
Of the face of a firefighter who mutters “What now?”
They hold inch and three quarters flowing one twenty five
So the ones going in, come back out alive
When the regulator goes; then there isn’t too much,
But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch
The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars;
The lives they saved never measured in dollars
Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold
Or, so that is what I’ve been always told
But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch
Those are the things we all need so much

They hold back the rage on that 3 am call
They hold in the fear when you’re lost in a hall
They hold back the pity, agony, sorrow
They hold in the desire to “Do it tomorrow”
A gloves just a glove till it’s on firefighters
Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter
And into the fray they charge without fear
At the sound of a “Help” they think that they hear
Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter
And into the fray they charge without fear
At the sound of a “Help” they think that they hear
When firefighter’s hands go into the glove
It’s a firefighter who always fills it with love
Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear
And it seeps the glove and burns deep “in there”
It’s a firefighter who always fills it with love
Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear
And it seeps the glove and burns deep “in there”
Off come the gloves when the call is done
And into the pocket until the next call
The hands become lonely and cold for a bit
And shake just thinking of it
And into the pocket until the next call
The hands become lonely and cold for a bit
And shake just thinking of it
And they sit there so red eyed with their gloves in their coats
The tears come so fast that the furniture floats
They’re not so brave now; their hands they can’t hide
I guess it just means they are human inside
The tears come so fast that the furniture floats
They’re not so brave now; their hands they can’t hide
I guess it just means they are human inside
And though some are paid and others are not
The gloves feel the same when it’s cold or it’s hot
To someone you’re helping to just get along
When you fill them with love, you always feel strong
The gloves feel the same when it’s cold or it’s hot
To someone you’re helping to just get along
When you fill them with love, you always feel strong
And so when I go on my final big ride
I hope to have my gloves by my side
To show to St. Peter at the heavenly gate
Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don’t wait.
I hope to have my gloves by my side
To show to St. Peter at the heavenly gate
Cause as everyone knows, firefighters don’t wait.
Author: Unknown