If you are a longtime reader of this blog, you may know that my father was a firefighter on the New York Fire Department many years ago. His father was a firefighter. My brother was a firefighter. But what you may not know is that after seven years on the job, my father was badly injured when he fell through a roof. His back injury forced his premature retirement from the NYFD, but he did not stop fighting fires. He became a volunteer with our local department on Long Island.
For over 50 years, my father served as a volunteer firefighter. He did a stint as Fire Chief, and once he could not longer fight fires he served as a teacher and instructor to new firefighters. I have many memories as a child of the alarm going off in the middle of the night and my dad running downstairs and out the door at 2 am to go to a fire, car accident, or a false alarm. He did this for decades, volunteering his time for the betterment and safety of the community, as did dozens of other amazing men and women.