A Paramedic Gets it Right

I have great respect for paramedics.  Having to be on the frontline and running into situations without knowing what to expect in order to help others is among the highest levels of bravery.  I really love, though, when I hear stories like this one, taken without permission from a blog of one of our family friends:

Let me paraphrase the backstory: This man (one of the greatest men I've ever known, incidentally) fell off of his roof last month and broke several ribs along with a collarbone and some other injuries, leaving him in the hospital for three days and off work for a month.  Fortunately, he is doing better now, but here is the story he tells of a great blessing he got (with names removed):

About 10 days after the fall, and after a big wind storm which left our yard strewn with branches, [my wife] was again outside working by herself. A firetruck pulled to the front of the yard and 5 firemen got out - they told [her] that they were responding to a false-alarm fire nearby, when one of the 5 (a paramedic who had assited me to the hospital) noticecd [her] working outside and knowing the situation, suggested they take 20 minutes and help out. What a blessing they were to her - the whole yard was cleaned up in those 20 minutes - it would have taken [her] several hours. We've been truly blessed!

Finding that kind of love and service anymore is so rare, and I give huge props to these firemen for giving of their time when they could easily have just gone back to the fire station to rest and get ready for their next call.  What a great story to embody the spirit of Christmas.

Merry Christmas, everyone!