So, I ask you today to remember the 343 firefighters who lost their lives on this day 12 years ago. Pray for their families, their spouses, and their children-some of which never even met their fathers or mothers. My guess is that it was 'just another day' of heading to the station. I am so thankful for these men and women who head to work like it is nothing. And I am thankful for their families who anxiously await their return home the next morning, or a couple mornings later. Their kids who's dad misses his game winning goal or home run, or play, or concert, or birthday, or Christmas morning. And for the dad (or mom) who is at the firehouse, missing out on all of these times with their families. And mostly, for the one's who are no longer here for any of these special days because they gave their life to save others. To firefighters and fire families I say THANK YOU! I know some shifts seem to drag on forever, and there are days you wish you could be together. But you are the brave few who can live this life. It isn't for everyone.
I urge you to also take some time today to remember your local firefighters who are sitting at the firehouse, waiting for you to call; whether it's just a typical day, or in the middle of the night, or in the middle of your Easter dinner, or birthday party, or Christmas morning when you are opening presents around the tree. They are there. They are ready to help you, your child, your spouse, or your parent, even if it means missing their own. God bless these brave men and women! And again I say, THANK YOU.