Guest guest Posted September 17, 2001 Report Share Posted September 17, 2001 * A Firefighter's gloves A Firefighters Gloves hold many things, From elderly arms to a kids broken swing, From the hands they shake and the backs they pat, To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat. At 2 am they are filled with the chrome, From the DWI who was on her way home. And the equipment they use to roll back the dash, From a family of 6 she involved in the crash. The brush rakes in Spring wear the palms out, When the wind does a " 90 " to fill them with doubt. The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow, Of the face of a firefighter who mutters " What now " ! They hold inch and three quarters flowing one seventy five, So the ones going in, come back out alive. When the regulator goes; then there isn't too much, But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch. The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars; The lives that they save never measured in dollar! s, Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold, Or, so that is what I've been always told. But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch, Those are the things we all need so much. They hold back the rage on that 3 am call, They hold in the fear when your lost in a hall, They hold back the pity, agony,sorrow. They hold in the desire to " Do it tomorrow " . A glove is just a glove till it's on firefighter, Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter. And into the foray they charge without fear, At the sound of a " Help " they think that they hear. When firefighters' hands go into the glove, It's a firefighter who always fills it with love. Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear, And it seeps the glove and burns deep " in there " . Off come the gloves when the call is done, And into the pocket until the next run. The hands become lonely and cold for a bit, And shake just a little thinking of it! And we sit there so red eyed with our gloves in their coats, The tears come so fast that the furniture floats. We're not so brave now; our hands we can't hide, I guess it just means that we're human inside. And though some are paid and others are not, The gloves feel the same when it's cold or it's hot. To someone you're helping to just get along, When you fill them with love, you always feel strong. And so when I go on my final big ride, I hope to have my gloves by my side, To show to St. at that heavenly gate. Cause as everyone knows, FIREFIGHTERS DO NOT WAIT! Thank God. Tressler arr -------------------------------- * A Cop on the take First he takes ... the oath. Now look at what else he takes: He takes... it in stride when people call him pig. He takes... his lousy pay check realizing he'll never be rich. He takes... a second job sometimes to make ends meet and! support his family. He takes... time to stop and talk to children. He takes... your verbal abuse while giving you a ticket you really deserved. He takes... on creeps you would be afraid to even look at. He takes... time away from his family to keep you safe. He takes... your injured child to the hospital. He takes... the graveyard shift without complaint because it's his turn. He takes... his life into his hands daily. He takes... you home when your car breaks down. He takes... time to explain why both your headlights have to work. He takes... the job no one else wants--telling you a loved one has died. He takes ... criminals to jail. He takes... in sights that would make you cry. Sometimes he cries too, but he takes it anyway because someone has to. He takes... memories to bed each night that you couldn't bear for even one day. He takes... time to explain to his family why he can't make the ball game his child is in and why he has to work on the holiday when other parents are off. Sometimes, he takes a bullet. And yes, occasionally he may take a free cup of coffee. If he is lucky, he takes retirement. Then one day he pays for all he has taken, and God takes him. author unknown -------------------------------- * I Wish I WISH you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 in the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to save his life. I WISH you could read my mind as I respond to an EMERGENCY call, " What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun? " I WISH you could be in the emergency room as a doctor pronounces dead the bea! utiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes. Who will never go on her first date or say the words, " I love you Mummy " again. I WISH you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, squad, or ambulance vehicle, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, or using different sounding sirens as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, " IT TOOK YOU FOREVER TO GET HERE !! " I WISH you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. What if this was MY sister, MY girlfriend or a friend? What were HER parents reaction going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand? " I WISH you could know how it feels to walk in! the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call. I WISH you could know how it feels dispatching police, firemen and paramedics out and when we call for them and our heart drops because no one answers back or to here a bone chilling 911 (000) call of a child or wife needing our assistance. I WISH you could feel the hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of " It will never happen to me. " I WISH you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I WISH you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life, or being able to be there in time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I WISH you could understand wha! t it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, " Is Mummy okay? " Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having CPR done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us...I WISH you could though. author unknown- APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL PARAMEDICS/ EMS/ AMBULANCE, FIREFIGHTERS, & LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS IN YOUR AREA. ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR PROPERTY OR YOUR OWN LIFE. WHEN YOU SEE THEM COMING WITH LIGHTS FLASHING, SIRENS WAILING, GET OUT OF THE WAY QUICKLY.! THEN PRAY FOR THEM. from Tressler Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 17, 2001 Report Share Posted September 17, 2001 * A Firefighter's gloves A Firefighters Gloves hold many things, From elderly arms to a kids broken swing, From the hands they shake and the backs they pat, To the tiny claw marks of another treed cat. At 2 am they are filled with the chrome, From the DWI who was on her way home. And the equipment they use to roll back the dash, From a family of 6 she involved in the crash. The brush rakes in Spring wear the palms out, When the wind does a " 90 " to fill them with doubt. The thumb of the glove wipes the sweat from the brow, Of the face of a firefighter who mutters " What now " ! They hold inch and three quarters flowing one seventy five, So the ones going in, come back out alive. When the regulator goes; then there isn't too much, But the bypass valve they eagerly clutch. The rescue equipment, the ropes, the C-collars; The lives that they save never measured in dollar! s, Are the obvious things firefighters gloves hold, Or, so that is what I've been always told. But there are other things Firefighters Gloves touch, Those are the things we all need so much. They hold back the rage on that 3 am call, They hold in the fear when your lost in a hall, They hold back the pity, agony,sorrow. They hold in the desire to " Do it tomorrow " . A glove is just a glove till it's on firefighter, Who work all day long just to pull an all-nighter. And into the foray they charge without fear, At the sound of a " Help " they think that they hear. When firefighters' hands go into the glove, It's a firefighter who always fills it with love. Sometimes the sorrow is too much to bear, And it seeps the glove and burns deep " in there " . Off come the gloves when the call is done, And into the pocket until the next run. The hands become lonely and cold for a bit, And shake just a little thinking of it! And we sit there so red eyed with our gloves in their coats, The tears come so fast that the furniture floats. We're not so brave now; our hands we can't hide, I guess it just means that we're human inside. And though some are paid and others are not, The gloves feel the same when it's cold or it's hot. To someone you're helping to just get along, When you fill them with love, you always feel strong. And so when I go on my final big ride, I hope to have my gloves by my side, To show to St. at that heavenly gate. Cause as everyone knows, FIREFIGHTERS DO NOT WAIT! Thank God. Tressler arr -------------------------------- * A Cop on the take First he takes ... the oath. Now look at what else he takes: He takes... it in stride when people call him pig. He takes... his lousy pay check realizing he'll never be rich. He takes... a second job sometimes to make ends meet and! support his family. He takes... time to stop and talk to children. He takes... your verbal abuse while giving you a ticket you really deserved. He takes... on creeps you would be afraid to even look at. He takes... time away from his family to keep you safe. He takes... your injured child to the hospital. He takes... the graveyard shift without complaint because it's his turn. He takes... his life into his hands daily. He takes... you home when your car breaks down. He takes... time to explain why both your headlights have to work. He takes... the job no one else wants--telling you a loved one has died. He takes ... criminals to jail. He takes... in sights that would make you cry. Sometimes he cries too, but he takes it anyway because someone has to. He takes... memories to bed each night that you couldn't bear for even one day. He takes... time to explain to his family why he can't make the ball game his child is in and why he has to work on the holiday when other parents are off. Sometimes, he takes a bullet. And yes, occasionally he may take a free cup of coffee. If he is lucky, he takes retirement. Then one day he pays for all he has taken, and God takes him. author unknown -------------------------------- * I Wish I WISH you could comprehend a wife's horror at 3 in the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to save his life. I WISH you could read my mind as I respond to an EMERGENCY call, " What is wrong with the patient? Is it minor or life-threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for us with a 2x4 or a gun? " I WISH you could be in the emergency room as a doctor pronounces dead the bea! utiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes. Who will never go on her first date or say the words, " I love you Mummy " again. I WISH you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, squad, or ambulance vehicle, the driver with his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, my arm tugging again and again at the air horn chain, or using different sounding sirens as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need us however, your first comment upon our arrival will be, " IT TOOK YOU FOREVER TO GET HERE !! " I WISH you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. What if this was MY sister, MY girlfriend or a friend? What were HER parents reaction going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand? " I WISH you could know how it feels to walk in! the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call. I WISH you could know how it feels dispatching police, firemen and paramedics out and when we call for them and our heart drops because no one answers back or to here a bone chilling 911 (000) call of a child or wife needing our assistance. I WISH you could feel the hurt as people verbally, and sometimes physically, abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of " It will never happen to me. " I WISH you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain or missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I WISH you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life, or being able to be there in time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I WISH you could understand wha! t it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, " Is Mummy okay? " Not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say. Or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having CPR done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us...I WISH you could though. author unknown- APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL PARAMEDICS/ EMS/ AMBULANCE, FIREFIGHTERS, & LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS IN YOUR AREA. ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR PROPERTY OR YOUR OWN LIFE. WHEN YOU SEE THEM COMING WITH LIGHTS FLASHING, SIRENS WAILING, GET OUT OF THE WAY QUICKLY.! THEN PRAY FOR THEM. from Tressler Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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