Creation of The Firefighter
When the Lord was creating Firefighters, he was into his sixth day of overtime
when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this
one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specifications on this person?
Firefighters have to be able to go for hours fighting fires or tending to a
person that the usual every day person would never touch, while putting in the
back of their mind the circumstances. They have to be able to move at a seconds
notice and not think twice of what they are about to do, no matter what the
danger. They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on
half-eaten meals, and they must have six pairs of hands."
The Angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me the problems," said the Lord, "it's the
three pairs of eyes a Firefighter has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through the fire and where they and their
fellow Firefighters should fight the fire next. Another pair here in the side of
the head to see their fellow Firefighters and keep them safe. And another pair
of eyes in the front so that they can look for the victims caught in the fire
that need their help."
"Lord" said the angel, touching his sleeve, "Rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't" said the Lord, "I already have a model that can carry a 250 pound man
down a flight of stairs and to safety from a burning building, and can feed a
family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the Firefighter very slowly, "Can it think?"
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred fires; and
can recite procedures in their sleep that are needed to care for a person until
they reach the hospital. And all the while they have to keep their wits about
themselves. This Firefighter also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal
with a scene full of pain and hurt, coaxing a child's mother into letting go of
the child so that they can care for the child in need. And still they rarely get
the recognition for a job well done from anybody, other than from fellow
Firefighters."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the cheek of the
Firefighter. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "Lord, it's a tear. What's the
tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's a tear from bottled-up emotions for fallen comrades. A tear for commitment
to that funny piece of cloth called the American Flag. It's a tear for all the
pain and suffering they have encountered. And, it's a tear for their commitment
to caring for and saving lives of their fellow man!"
"What a wonderful feature, Lord. You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."
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