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| This Webpage Is Dedicated To All Firemen Everywhere ... the brave men and women who risk their lives for us everyday ... and to my loving and wonderful friend, Donna, and her courageous husband, Bob. Bob is a Fire Captain in California and has been with his Department for the past 34 years ... with all my love, respect and admiration to Donna and Bob ... and to all firemen and their families everywhere. |
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| ~ THE CREATION OF FIREMEN ~ When the Lord was creating Firemen, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an Angel appeared and said, "Your 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 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 Fireman 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 Firemen should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the side of the head to see their fellow Firemen 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 Fireman 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 Fireman 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 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 from fellow Firemen." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Fireman. "There's a leak", she pronounced. "Lord, it's 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 called the 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 |
| ~ WHAT IS A FIREMAN? ~ He is the guy next door - a man's man with the memory of a little boy. He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger. He is a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams. Yet he stands taller than most of us. He is a fireman. He puts it all on the line when the bell rings. A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men. He is a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death. He is a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control. He is responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again. He is a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life - hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers - a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling - the camaraderie of brave men - the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men. He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities. When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade. He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man. He lives it. ~ Author unknown |
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| ~ I WISH YOU COULD ~ I wish you could see the sadness of a businessman as his livelihood goes up in flames or that family returning home, only to find their house and belongings damaged or destroyed. I wish you could know what it is to search a burning bedroom for trapped children, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen beneath you burns. I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 A.M. as I check her husband of forty years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping against the odds to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late, but wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done. I wish you could know the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucous, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, and the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke sensations that I have become too familiar with. I wish you could understand how it feels to go to work in the morning after having spent most of the night, hot and soaking wet, at a multiple alarm fire. I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, "Is this a false alarm or a working, breathing fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped or are they all out? Or to an EMS call, "What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun?" I wish you could be in the emergency room as the doctor pronounces dead the beautiful little five-year-old girl that I have been trying to save during the past twenty-five minutes, who will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy," again. I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, as you fail to yield right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us, however, your first comment upon arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!" I wish you could read my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the mangled remains of her automobile. "What if this were my sister, my girlfriend, or a friend? What are her parents' reactions going to be as they open the door to find a police officer there? I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come home from this last call. I wish you could feel my hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what we do, or as they express their belief that, "It will never happen to me." I wish you could realize the physical, emotional, and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep, and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have viewed. I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property; of being there in times of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging on your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?" Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears falling from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long-time friend who watches his friend having rescue breathing done on him as they take him away in the ambulance, knowing all along he did not have his seatbelt on. Unless you have lived this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, what we are, or what our job really means to us. I wish you could! ~ Author Unknown |
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| If I can throw a single ray of light across the path of another; If I can aid some soul to a clearer sight of life and duty; If I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived in vain while here. |
| Thank You For Visiting ... May God, And The Courageous Men And Women Who Serve Our Fire Departments Everywhere, Keep You Safe From Harm. |
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| Midi "Some Dreams Come True" is used with permission and is copyright © 2002 Bruce DeBoer |
| "My music is from the heart and is most appreciated by those who listen with their's. It is my wish that you will find comfort in the music here. May it help you relieve the stresses of your daily life. May it help you overcome the pain caused by accident or illness, or a failed relationship, or of the loss of a loved one. Let your heart hear what I hear ... Close your eyes and let the music take you to another world. Relax and let all your troubles and cares be swept away." Bruce DeBoer's CD's are available at http://www.mp3.com/BruceDeBoer |
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