My husband is a fireman. Sometimes when the tones go off I dread what kind of call he’s going on. Like Sunday night, we just sat down to dinner when the tones went off for a accident which was a roll over. They never seem to happen at a good time.
Then I got to looking at the plaque on the wall in our hall way with the fireman’s prayer. Then I thought of the fireman’s window sun catcher. It made me remember why he does what he does and how many lives he’s touched durning his career.