WHAT IS A FIREFIGHTER?
A person who could be your next door nieghbor. A person like you and me,
with wants and worries and unfufilled dreams ... yet stands taller than
most of us. That's a firefighter.
A person with the sharp memory of a little child who never got over the
wondrous excitement of engines and sirens and danger. That's a
firefighter.
A person who savors life because they've seen too much of death. A person
responsive to a child's laughter because their arms have held too many
little ones who will never laugh again. That's a firefighter.
A person who appreciated the simple pleasures of life, hot coffee held in
numbed unbending fingers, the flush of fresh air pumping through
smoke-covered lungs, a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond
feelings, plus a special camaradarie with other brave firefighters.
That's a firefighter.
A person who knows the divine peace of selfless service, and a job well
done in the name of all men. They don't all wear buttons or wave flags or
shout obsceneties ... and when they march, it is to honor a fallen
comrade. A person who doesn't preach the brotherhood of mankind ... they
live it. That's a firefighter.
If anyone knows the originator of this poem, please let me know
