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 candition 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 pairs of hands, no way." "It's not the hands that are causing me 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 cought in the fire that need their help." "Lord" said the angel,
touching his sleeve, "Rest and work 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. The Firefighter also has a 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 their fellow firefighters."
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 all their commitment to caring for and saving lives of their fellow man!"
"What a wonderful feature Lord, your a genius" said the angel. The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't
put it there."