Saturday, as I was settling in for the night I heard sirens approaching Queen St. That’s always a scary thing because usually in a small community we all know or know of the people the sirens are going to help.
One of the heritage buildings downtown had a seemingly minor fire issue. This issue was big enough to call 911 and for people to be fearful. The volunteer firefighters didn’t know what they were heading to when they got the call. There were a lot of firefighters at the scene, reassuring the distraught tenants, backing up the gathering crowds and exploring the building. They were professional, courteous and worked as a team.
I was one of those people in the crowd watching and surmising what could have happened and piecing bits of the story together. As I walked back to my home I thought about how that could have been anybody’s building, cottage or home and how these firefighters would just get that call and come. They just show up ready for the worst. I don’t even like to think about the things they see.
I would like to thank all those volunteer firefighters that showed up tonight. That showed up last time and will show up next time. I always knew they were out there but I guess it takes those sirens at your neighbour’s doorstep, the red lights in your face and the smell of smoke to really appreciate our volunteer firefighters. Tonight they didn’t get to “settle in”, they were too busy making myself, my neighbours and our community a safer place to live. You are appreciated and valued. Thank you.