This is a little part of our view from up here. The Rifle Range is really a residential area and not much shooting going on there nowadays. The name is entirely historical.
When you hear sirens, you tend to look out automatically … Not so much now, as we’ve lived here for two years, but in the beginning! The fire department is nearby, so we hear them A LOT! The first days we lived here, when we didn’t know all that much about the layout of the area … each ambulance I saw was going in to the Rifle Range. I thought it must be terrible there. Didn’t know that they were all en route to the hospital. Churchill Blvd. goes straight through the Rifle Range.
Enough already about Saint John geography.
This cold morning, I was sitting around here just as usual, when I heard sirens. Normally I don’t even look nowadays, but more and more kept coming in this direction, so finally I had to get up, off the couch, and look out.
There’s a little strip mall [to the left, not in picture] on Lansdowne Ave. and they all ended up there … four big fire trucks, ambulance, several police cars + the little command car from the fire dept. That’s one big deployment — the red and blue lights kept flashing all over the place — and I have no idea what was going on. They were just sort of milling about, outside the $-store and then they left! So much for all that excitement. It’s very rare that we find out in the news what happened.
All this hoopla, made my thoughts wander … again … as they usually do in the morning. Was thinking once again about how intriguing we humans are. What is it that makes some people choose a profession where you almost constantly risk your life?! A profession, where you run IN to burning buildings and all kinds of disasters where most people run AWAY from?!
I’m certainly glad and thankful that they DO [choose that profession] … all of the first responders, but I still wonder what made them do it in the first place. I’ve known … and still know … many fire fighters and paramedics, but I’ve never gotten around to asking them how come that they chose to become one. I can’t believe that they’re all adrenaline junkies?!
I have an online buddy, who is a firefighter in Philadelphia. Suppose I could ask him. I have him on my Facebook and I know for sure he really loves his job. He was one of my very first online buddies when I came online 1997.
Either way, these were all free associations in my mind this morning. They’re all heroes.