Very recently, a pipe broke in my finished basement, leaving five inches of water and everything was afloat. Naturally we were overwhelmed and didn't know what to do next. So we called the Fire Department. Within minutes, a team of guys came to the rescue.
A few weeks later, we awoke to the smell of burning rubber in the house. After checking on the appliances and furnace, we called the Fire Department and within minutes had a team of firefighters in our house, looking for gas leaks and possible causes.
On Memorial Day weekend a few years ago, a family of baby raccoons was in a tree in our backyard, and one fell out to its death. I didn't know what to do, so I called the Fire Department. Within minutes, firefighters were in our yard to help.
I wonder: Does anyone really appreciate these men and women who dedicate themselves to the community?
They put themselves in danger every time they get a call. They are trained, and always prepared to fight the worst possible catastrophe, yet are happy to help out on much less threatening calls.
I wonder how many calls a year they get for non-emergencies, when they are on site within minutes, and of how many times they get called to control a fire, find victims or give assistance.
These people deserve recognition and applause. They leave their homes and families to serve our community, often in life-threatening situations.
I always support the Fire Department. This time, I'll bake some brownies for them, but it's not enough. It's never enough.
I say bravo to all of the firefighters dedicate themselves to the community. Thank you. You're the best!