My brother-in-law is a New York City Firefighter. He rarely talks about the emergencies he attends to everyday, and understandably he probably does so to separate work from his family life. Once in a while the family will see a photo or news article mentioning him at the scene of a fire. Today my husband came upon a post by Steve Spak who takes photos for the FDNY.
The post speaks to an explosion in Queens on Father’s Day in 2001. Though my brother-in-law is not named, my husband tells me he was one of the firefighters blown off his feet during the explosion (this took place before I had met my husband). My brother-in-law sustained injuries requiring him to go on disability for several weeks, and it was a traumatic event for everyone involved.
Eerily, this explosion took place three months before 9/11, and several of the firefighters who attended to the Queens explosion later perished at the Twin Towers. Some of the parks and streets in our area bear their names.
I was going to take a break from writing a post today, but after finding out this incident that affected my family and reading Steve Spak’s post, I felt compelled to write – it reminded me to not sweat the small stuff because life is precious, and some people put their lives on the line every day to help others.
Let’s remember to honor our firefighters. I am humbled, and express my gratitude to these brave men and women.
|Honoring those who risk their lives every day to save others.