I just came back from 7-Eleven
via my neighborhood firehouse. Y'all might think of doing the same.
I went to the 7-Eleven because it happens to be across the street from the firehouse, but you could go to any grocery or convenience store nearby. I dropped about 26 bucks on one of every flavor of Gatorade in the store and took them across the street to give to the firefighters.
It's ninety-something degrees here in St. Louis today. Y'know how great a sweet, cold drink feels after a time in the sun on a day like this? Think how even more so it would be for those men and women after responding to a call, on a day like this.
For me it's personal. My dad's parents and my great-grandfather bought a house in this neighborhood in the 1940s. My dad and uncle grew up here. My brother and sister and I grew up here. I moved back to this neighborhood and am raising my own sons here. Firefighters from this station have been standing watch over members of my family through five generations and sixty-plus years.
I hope it can be personal for you, too. Where we run away from, they run toward. What we run out of, they run into. And here in St. Louis, they don't do it for much.
So I bought 'em a buncha bottles of Gatorade on a hot summer's day. Can I get you to do likewise for the men and women who stand watch over
your home?
