Thursday, January 24, 2008
That's a shot out my window in the wee hours of a December morning in 2005 when my neighbor's house burned.
I'm hearing sirens this morning, and that's one of the things that comes to mind.
Another memory stirred by the scream of sirens is that of my mom heading happily to some daytime Church gathering shortly after Daddy died. She hadn't been gone long before I heard sirens and saw an ambulance heading in the direction she'd gone; I remember thinking, "Lord, I hope Mother didn't have a wreck."
Well, she did, and almost got scalped as she was thrown out the windshield; she had to be life-flighted to a hospital. Even though she was in her eighties at the time, she made a full recovery.
People living in cities probably don't notice sirens, they're so common. But when you live in or near a small town, or in any rural community, sirens tend to make a person uneasy. Because there's a good chance that ambulance or fire truck is going to the assistance of somebody you know.
At 6 A.M. today, a fire truck went screaming past. My first thought is always to pray for whoever they're going to help, and I did that. My second thought was, "My daughter may be on her way to work; might she have wrecked?"
At this point, though, I'm thinking there's a house fire. I've heard several more sirens blaring past, so there have probably been neighboring fire departments called in.
I'll just keep praying for anybody involved, including our volunteer firefighters.