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.
Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.
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I think you and John should also do the Amazing Race, what a great team you would make!
~Sue