I had
my final physical therapy appointment yesterday. Kind of a mutual parting of the ways. She realized that the therapy wasn’t solving
the problem I arrived with. I realized
that I wasn’t going to get a deep tissue massage out of the deal. Oh, she did another of her
traction/acu-pressure sessions that leaves me sore and aching. But no real massage. Guess I’ll be forced to go on a cruise or
something to get one of those.
Last
night before homegroup I went to this year’s fire prevention open house at fire
station number five. That’s the event
where they honor the kids in the Galveston area (Bolivar included. Crenshaw
School over there always has some winners) for their fire prevention
posters. Kids win trophies for first
through third place and honorable mention.
And they get a cash prize from the local sponsors. Couldn’t hear all of them, but a Galveston
insurance group was among them. I think
Heffernan Insurance has been involved for fifty years in the project. The winners at this level will be entered
into a similar contest on the state level.
The
event was fun for the kids. Besides the
free hot dogs, there was an appearance by none other than YouTube sensation,
America’s Got Talent alum, DJ Blaze.
Yep. Well, OK, I confess. I never heard of him. I’ll have to check him out. But he was a goofy guy with toilet paper
stuck to his shoe and wearing funny nose glasses, so I connected with him right
away. He got a group of the kids to get
up and dance with him, but he was most effective one on one, especially with
the little bitty guys. Fire pup was there
as well. He is a life-sized (that would be human-sized) Dalmatian in
bunker gear. A little behind the scenes
note … Pup’s big entrance was delayed briefly.
The guy wearing the giant dog head was having some trouble with his
tail. I think they finally borrowed some
safety pins from the EMS guys to get the wardrobe malfunction repaired. Oh, and speaking of malfunctions, at one
point after his appearance he called one of the other fire fighters over and
told him that the helmet strap was in his eyes.
Not sure what he expected. It could
not have been good for the fantasy to see a fireman reaching up into Fire Pup’s
head. He was well-received, as always,
and made it for the picture session with each of the winners. New Fire Marshall Harrison did a pretty good
job introducing the event, and of course Mrs. Trish, the event organizer and
Department Glue (In a good way, Trish),
was fabulous. There were lots of great
posters. One of the high school winners drew
a close-up of a fire fighter’s face. Some
of us were oo-ing and ah-ing over how good the artwork was, and we wondered who
her model for the portrait might have been.
Imagine our surprise when we discovered she was the daughter of one of
our newer fire fighters. When he arrived
we grilled him about his modeling career.
Sadly, he informed us that he had only found out about the victory the
day before. Her model was actually a
random internet guy. (Either that or maybe she’s been watching Chicago
Fire). Ah, well … explains the
facial hair.
So … DJ
Blaze and the Fire Pup. Sounds like the
hottest new superhero duo. Or a singing
group. Or …
Jude
20-21 says, “But you, dear friends, build
yourselves up in your most holy faith and pray in the Holy Spirit. Keep yourselves in God's love as you wait for
the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life.”
Father,
bless those youngsters who spent so much time working on their posters. Amen.
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