The flames were rising 25, 30, 35 feet in the air. No fire trucks anywhere and no sirens
either. This was the 2nd
fire I witnessed from my balcony.
The other one far worse, black smoke filled the sky and some died. This one - no casualties, no injuries,
but it was much closer to me. Only
two streets away.
Fire scares me.
It accelerates so fast and gets out of control so easily.
The 911 worker was very professional with me – efficient
with that stay-calm tone in her voice.
The fire trucks came, the fire went out, eventually all the smoke
dissipated and all is well, save for the fire damage.
I know one of those 911 workers from another city in another
state. I’ve marveled that she must
have nerves of steel to take those life and death phone calls for a
living. What she told me was so
surprising at first, but then made complete sense. She and her co-workers laugh, they laugh a lot. Once the crisis is over and everyone is
okay.
I’ve said it many times: the higher the stress, the greater
the need to laugh. I have great
appreciation for those who take responsibility for those emergency phone calls
and I’m equally happy to know they use the power of laughter to help them do
what they do.
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