I turned off the weedeater (thankful for
the break – it was hot) and ambled over to her car to say hello. Before I could speak, though, she greeted me
with a perky, “How’s it going, Chappy?” Yep. She had already seen the newspaper article
with that big headline, “Chappie listens.”
They spelled it with an “ie,” but I have never been one to be a slave to
convention, so I changed it. Besides, I’m
kind of lazy. Alice was very pleased
with the article, though. She said she had
never thought about all the stress involved in the profession. She also had a question, one that I’m sure
others have had. “Why do fire fighters
respond to medical emergencies instead of EMS?”
I explained that fire fighters are geared up to respond more quickly, so
they are usually on the scene first, assess the situation, and perform initial
aid. Then when EMS does arrive, they
brief them and help in any way they can.
She thought it would make more sense to have the EMS and fire department
all operating out of the same place.
Hmm. Seems like that has come up
in discussions. Better watch out for
Alice, guys. She is quite the community
activist.
I also found out that having my picture in
the paper “qualifies” me for some obscure, bizarre fire department hazing ritual. Seems that when you get your picture in the
paper it automatically becomes your turn to provide ice cream for the guys on
your next shift. Fortunately, Kroger’s
has Blue Bell on sale this week, two for seven dollars. Guess me and Blue Bell will be making a stop
by station five this afternoon after church.
Ah, the price of fame.
Psalms 103:20-22 says, “Praise the Lord, you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding, who
obey his word. Praise the Lord, all his
heavenly hosts, you his servants who do his will. Praise the Lord, all his works everywhere in
his dominion.”
Father, draw some folks toward you
today. After all, it is your day. Amen.
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