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Day of Change

It was five years ago that Hero Guy made his first out-of-town rescue trip. He headed to NYC on around Day 14 post- 9/11 and ran rescue calls for the city while they were saving their own. He was able to see firsthand the aftermath of the tragedy, experiencing the sights of Ground Zero, the abandoned cars in parking garages, the various buildings in disarray. He spent the night on USS Comfort and headed back home a changed person. Since that time, he has been on various rescue missions as far away as New Oleans with Hurricane Katrina though most are rescues he makes at home. No matter where the place, no matter who the person, coming to people in their most needy hour is his joy and privilege. He always has loved his rescue hobby of putting out fires, running out to a heart attack in the middle of the night, but since September 11, 2001 it has been his passion. It's a pretty neat thing to know your calling.

Comments

PandaMom said…
I can totally see why you call him Hero Guy. Thank you, Hero Guy.
Anonymous said…
Yes it is, good for him!
tim said…
well said, give him a hug from all of us. he can give you one too. he'd be the first to say he couldn't do it without you.
Unknown said…
What a great way to show the world around you how much you truly care. He has an amazing calling and a beautiful wife supporting his every move.
Anonymous said…
Jennifer, you sure are a supportive wife!
I think you and John should also do the Amazing Race, what a great team you would make!
~Sue

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