On Sept. 30 Minneapolis dedicated a shrine to all of our fallen firefighters in the state.
All to often, and especially in time of war, we think of our heroes in the military as well we should, but forget the heroes back home. The everyday moms and dads who answer the bell when help is needed are heroes.
For many of us they live right next door. When the pager calls they drop what they are doing and go into the action, most times with no idea what they are getting into until they get there. Firefighters are the ones running into burning buildings, when everyone else is running out. They have to get to the fire or the victims before it gets to them and they have no idea if the place is going to blow up or fall down on top of them.
When the call is over they go back home to their loved ones and try to get on with their lives and not think about the carnage they might have seen, but it’s always a struggle. The lives they saw so tragically ended, and the people who lost all they own can be hard to forget. You never get used to it, despite what some may think, because if you do, it’s time to quit.
But through it all you do get a greater appreciation for life. Not just for those you helped but also for those loved ones you come home to after every call.
Next time you see a firefighter tell them thanks.