This is what my son does each day. He is the gentleman in the middle. He is a FIREFIGHTER!! I am proud of him but I am fearful everyday. I know I must accept his job and the dangers that come with it but somedays I simply remember that little bundle of joy I brought home from the hospital on Dec. 11, 1979:) I tend to forget that he has grown into a fine young man....a soldier in our community. I have learned a new respect for our civil workers...our firemen & policemen (women too!!) Each day they don a uniform which they proudly wear to protect all of us. They do this as they have CHOSEN this path simply to help others in need. I am awed at their giving and total commitment to their opted fields and am often reminded of our soldiers who are fighting in another land for our freedom AND safety. I salute ALL our men and women who have elected to stand strong and protect ALL that is important to us...whether it be a small grass fire to a speeding car to a fighting battle in a land far from home. God Bless you all and let it be known.....IN THIS HOUSE WE ARE HONORED, GRATEFUL & EMBRACE ALL THAT YOU DO!
Now......go make it a grand day and be proud to be an American:)