God Bless the members of the tight-knit rescue company completing their morning checks, making sure that everything is ready to perform at its highest level. The saws, the spreaders, the SCBA.
God Bless the single mother, going off duty after her busy shift on the engine company, driving through the rain to pick up her kids from their father’s house, so he can go to work.
God Bless the paramedic who holds the hand of an elderly lady on her last ride to the hospital, as she gasps for breath and the siren wails.
God Bless the wife, who kisses her husband goodbye, anticipating his return the next morning, tired, but welcomed home.
God Bless the cook, preparing lunch with the help of the rookies, showing them the ropes of this important, traditional, firehouse duty which brings the all of the members together every day into one, close knit, family unit.
God Bless the chief, who shuts the door to his office, and weeps quietly because his family is on the verge of falling apart.
God Bless the peer support volunteer who lends a hand to anyone needing to reach out, preventing a career or a life lost.