The Volunteer

The call goes out, the horn it sounds. Someones fight for life begins uptown. Most of us hear that horn from the safety of our home, not giving it a thought as it bellows out it's tone. But for a certain few, that sound means so much more. It's someones cry for help and that quick they're out the door.. For their the Volunteers and my respect for them immense, when their out there fighting fires, no matter how intense.. The screeching of a wheel. The sound of breaking glass. Your entombed in your car and you think that breaths your last. But a few minuets pass , as the roof it's cut away. You hear a friendly voice assuring you're OK. They say our countries values , have gone a bit astray. I say that isn't true for volunteers are born each day.. So if you hear that horn as you go about your way. Please take a couple minutes and Volunteer yourself to Pray...