I’ve seen these posted over time and thought I’d pass them along.
What Do You Make?
Oh you’re a firefighter?? That’s cool. I wanted to do that when I was a kid. What do you make? WHAT DO I MAKE?? “I make holding your hand seem like the biggest thing in the world when I’m cutting you out of a car. I can make 5 minutes seem like a lifetime when I go in a burning house to save your family. I make those annoying sirens seem like angels when you need them. I can make your children breathe when they stop. I can help you survive a heart attack. I make myself get out of bed at 3 AM to risk my life to save people I’ve never met. Today I might make the ultimate sacrifice to save your life. I make a difference what do you make?
The Firefighter Stood
The firefighter stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, you firefighter,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been True?”
The firefighter squared his shoulders and said,
“No, Lord, I guess I ain’t
because those of us who fight fire,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place
Among the people here
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod
As the firefighter waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God,
“Step forward now you firefighter,
You’ve borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.”
When God Made Firefighters
When God was creating firefighters, he was into the sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of extra work on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order? A firefighter has to wake up to a fire alarm, go into burning buildings to rescue people and enter areas the normal person wouldn’t go.
“He has to be willing to leave his family and put his life on the line, work to exhaustion and beyond and be ready for the next call.
“He has to have a strong commitment to a personal calling that places their lives in jeopardy every day.
He has to be in top physical and mental condition at all times, function on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and have a heart big enough to love members of the ‘brotherhood’ world-wide, and a unity of purpose.”
The angel shook it’s head slowly and said, “A heart that big… no way.”
“It’s not the heart that is causing me problems,” said the Lord, “it’s the extra hands and eyes a firefighter has to have.”
“That has to be on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair of eyes that sees the whole situation, another pair that sees what is ahead to be dealt with, a third pair to watch out for his brothers, and another pair here in front that can look reassuringly at an injured victim and say, “You’ll be alright,” even when he knows it isn’t so.”
“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 190 pound victim out of a burning building, has dedicated his life to helping people, and is willing to come to the aid of those threatened by the deadly force of fire.”
The angel circled the model of the firefighter very slowly, “Can it think?” the angel asked.
“You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you the elements of a hundred fires, the victims and rescues, and the importance of fire safety…. and still keep its sense of humor.
“This firefighter also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with fire scenes painted in hell, coax a trapped person or animal out of a burning building, and still go home and love his family.
“Being a firefighter is one of bravery, loyalty and devotion to public service. He is willing to put his life on the line every day to protect our homes and our loved ones from the devastating effects of fire, and sometimes, the honorable job of saving lives requires many firefighters to pay the ultimate price for their valor in the line of duty.”
Finally, the angel ran a finger across the cheek of the firefighter. “There’s a leak,” the angel pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to put too much in this model.”
“That’s not a leak,” the Lord said, “it’s a tear.”
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for the victims, and for commitment to that piece of cloth called the American flag.”
“You’re a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,” he said.