My name is not important, but I would like to tell you a story about a boy named Timmy.
I am a fireman at a fire station in a town of twenty five thousand people. The station is in a-midst ofamily homes in all four directions. Timmy lives in one of these houses about a block away. Tim is around four years of age and the only child in the family. Tim visits the fire station on a regular basis and is acquainted with all the firemen.
On a recent Christmas morning, Tim received a little Blue peddle cart Fire Truck. It had a bell to ring, ladders on it’s sides and peddles to make it go. Just about every after-noon. Tim would come roaring down the side walk in his little blue fire truck and make a sharp turn into the Fire Station driveway, He would stop at a fire plug, jump out of his truck, grab a hose and pretend to hook it to the fire plug and put a fire out.
The Firemen would watch for him each day and cheer him on. Someone would hold a stop watch and time him. They would tell him that his time was getting faster each day. Then he would enter the station and have a drink or a snack with the firemen as they visited. The men at the station had a white and black spotted dog as a mascot, but with Tim coming around, it soon became his dog.
This went on until Tim started to school and was getting too big for his little fire truck, but that didn’t stop him from visiting with the firemen. Around the age of twelve, Tim wanted to build a race car and enter the Soap Box Derby and Tim’s father was going to help him. But Tim’s father passed on soon after that. The men at the fire station decided that they would sponsor Tim’s car and assisted him in building it.
Everyone at the fire station, were acting as a foster father to Tim. He always went there for advice. Everyone gave him advice, but he alone had to decide which advice to take. He entered the Derby, two years in a role, he never won but was a close second in one race.
As Tim was going to high school, he was building a Hot Rod, with the help of the fire men. When the time came to graduated, his car was not yet completed, so the firemen took Tim to his girlfriends home, in a Fire truck, to pick her up for the Prom.
I am a fireman at a fire station in a town of twenty five thousand people. The station is in a-midst ofamily homes in all four directions. Timmy lives in one of these houses about a block away. Tim is around four years of age and the only child in the family. Tim visits the fire station on a regular basis and is acquainted with all the firemen.
On a recent Christmas morning, Tim received a little Blue peddle cart Fire Truck. It had a bell to ring, ladders on it’s sides and peddles to make it go. Just about every after-noon. Tim would come roaring down the side walk in his little blue fire truck and make a sharp turn into the Fire Station driveway, He would stop at a fire plug, jump out of his truck, grab a hose and pretend to hook it to the fire plug and put a fire out.
The Firemen would watch for him each day and cheer him on. Someone would hold a stop watch and time him. They would tell him that his time was getting faster each day. Then he would enter the station and have a drink or a snack with the firemen as they visited. The men at the station had a white and black spotted dog as a mascot, but with Tim coming around, it soon became his dog.
This went on until Tim started to school and was getting too big for his little fire truck, but that didn’t stop him from visiting with the firemen. Around the age of twelve, Tim wanted to build a race car and enter the Soap Box Derby and Tim’s father was going to help him. But Tim’s father passed on soon after that. The men at the fire station decided that they would sponsor Tim’s car and assisted him in building it.
Everyone at the fire station, were acting as a foster father to Tim. He always went there for advice. Everyone gave him advice, but he alone had to decide which advice to take. He entered the Derby, two years in a role, he never won but was a close second in one race.
As Tim was going to high school, he was building a Hot Rod, with the help of the fire men. When the time came to graduated, his car was not yet completed, so the firemen took Tim to his girlfriends home, in a Fire truck, to pick her up for the Prom.
No other girl ever went to a prom in a Fire Truck. Tim was a top student in high school and in college. He excelled at everything. He had always wanted to be a Fireman and he trained for it. He served at a number of fire stations and finally was assigned to this station as it’s Fire Chief.
As Fire Chief, Tim was caught in a explosion at a fire and we almost lost him. He was hospitalized for some time but he remained in the fire department and served in most of the upper management positions.
Before his accident, he and his high school sweetheart were engaged and making plans to be married. But before they were married, she was killed by a young driver Who ran a red light.
Tim remained single for a couple more years, then he met another women. She worked in a bank and she was shot during a robbery. Tim was broken hearted and kept to himself for a long time. He later became active with a number of groups, helping children, widows without husbands and the needy.
Some where in one of these groups, he met another women that he dated. Than one day he decided that he wanted to share the rest of his life with her. But he wasn’t too sure about marriage as his luck had been so bad. They finally married and had a number of happy years together. It was really hard on Tim when she passed on. A year later, Tim said good by to this world and joined his wife.
The little Blue Fire truck, can still be seen at the fire station, close to where Tim grew up. There are many plaques and statues and picture of times he had received recognition for all the good deeds he had done for the community.
Is there a Tim or someone like him, living in your community? You have to search them out as they do not have signs around their necks. Few people ever know about These hero’s. Get acquainted with your neighbors, Visit with the older people and ask them questions, The older people will love to talk with you and they have many things that they have never told to anyone.
Be a good Neighbor and introduce yourself!
By; Ben R.
As Fire Chief, Tim was caught in a explosion at a fire and we almost lost him. He was hospitalized for some time but he remained in the fire department and served in most of the upper management positions.
Before his accident, he and his high school sweetheart were engaged and making plans to be married. But before they were married, she was killed by a young driver Who ran a red light.
Tim remained single for a couple more years, then he met another women. She worked in a bank and she was shot during a robbery. Tim was broken hearted and kept to himself for a long time. He later became active with a number of groups, helping children, widows without husbands and the needy.
Some where in one of these groups, he met another women that he dated. Than one day he decided that he wanted to share the rest of his life with her. But he wasn’t too sure about marriage as his luck had been so bad. They finally married and had a number of happy years together. It was really hard on Tim when she passed on. A year later, Tim said good by to this world and joined his wife.
The little Blue Fire truck, can still be seen at the fire station, close to where Tim grew up. There are many plaques and statues and picture of times he had received recognition for all the good deeds he had done for the community.
Is there a Tim or someone like him, living in your community? You have to search them out as they do not have signs around their necks. Few people ever know about These hero’s. Get acquainted with your neighbors, Visit with the older people and ask them questions, The older people will love to talk with you and they have many things that they have never told to anyone.
Be a good Neighbor and introduce yourself!
By; Ben R.
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