http://www.prayforabby.com/
Grabbing ass. Harmless, harassment. Knowing the things that irk the shit out of you. Black humor. Pranks, jokes, put-downs, set-ups, mockings.
Everyday in the firehouse, someone gets roasted. You wear a thick skin, 'cause none of it is personal. Certain ones get irritated, and you press 'em more. It is part of the life. Living together for 24 hours at a stretch, does things like that. You know more about your crew than your wife, the crew knows more about your life than your wife. Eat, sleep, work. Face whatever is thrown at you. Alot of it is entertaining, funny, boring.
But you will never see men move more quickly when the calls come in for children. "Keiki O ka'aina" - children of the land. Any call for the little ones, feet quicken, steps bound. Your path to the scene - fastest or faster than you should go. No one says a word, cause you dont have to. Before arriving, you hope for it to be nothing - perhaps a mistake, maybe the choking child call was just a cough, or perhaps the call for seizures is a case of fever running its course. But you know not until you arrive. And when you arrive, if the first thing you hear/see is screaming, frantic parents - you move faster than light.
Abby in the link above was a call we went to. She has progress much in the past year, and continues to do so. Her Mom & family are devout christians, and good for them. Whatever your beliefs are, so be it. I got mine, wrapped in a watertight place in my heart. There it stays. If you are the praying type, say one. If not, think good thoughts. If you cant fathom either, peace to you.
Crying never feels good, and everytime, everytime...
Aloha.
1 comment:
Your writing fits me perfectly and keeps all my sacred pots and pans full. I included you in a post, and used one of your terms. I'm happy you're blogging, You are teaching me much, and you write simply and compassionately. Thank you for your generous comments on my blog. Aloha
p.s. Did you see my river?
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