Sirens sound! He awakes with a start and hastily grabs up
his clothes, dressing on the run, as he has so many times before.
Thumping of footsteps, motors churning, directions
yelled, chaos! TOTAL CHAOS! Or so it seems...yet, within seconds, dispatch...they are on their way, racing down the street,
sirens at ear-splitting pitch. Meanwhile, his mind dashes to other nights-days of grueling, heartbreaking tragedy-ridden,
heat-searing work. And he cries to the depth of his soul, "WHY DO I CONTINUE ?"
Loaded with nets, roof cutters, ladders,
axes, etc. they don air masks as they arrive. It is another bad one. Flames are shooting everywhere, lighting the darkest
of night with an eerie glow. Screaming, a man and woman clutch to each other in panic.
Nothing but PURE Intuition,
or so it seems, takes The Firefighter through collapsing beams, up the stair, past flaming bedrooms and into a tiny closet
to the side of a smoke filled bedroom. He quickly gathers two squirming bundles in his arm, darts to the nearest window and
throws them to the waiting nets below...He leaps.
Restrained no longer, the man and woman bound for the nets. The
Firefighter, weakened, hears sounds that are so far away, of a little dog's whimper, happy cries and excited voices. Then,
an explosion rocks the very ground upon which he lay. Through the pain of a broken arm, he feels a little dog licking his
face, and slowly opens his eyes, the depth of his soul is touched, he will never be the same, he needs no thank you's, because
he now knows the very reason "WHY HE CONTINUES"; for within her happy parents' arms.....
a child smiles.