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Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid, she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far You see he was a firefighter and died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and she saw him there that day, And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

A Fireman:
He's the guy next door - A man with the memory of a little boy. He has never gotten over the excitement of engines, sirens, smoke, & danger. Heys a guy like you and me with bill, worries and unfulfilled dreams. Yet, he stands, taller than most of us...
- - He's a Fireman - -
He puts it all on the line when the bell rings. A fireman is...at once...the most fortunate and the last fortunate of men. he's a man who saves lives because of his skills. He's a gentle man because he has seen the awseome power of violence out of control. He's responsive to a childs laughter. He's a amn who appreciates the simple pleasures of life -- hot coffe held in numb, unbending fingers -- a warm bed for bone and muscle, -- the camaraderie of brave men--the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men. He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man--He lives it.
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My Dad, My Girlfriend Brittany, And Every Body In The Fire Department
"*If I Had One Life And One Love There'd Be One Dream For The Two Of Us* *BKJ & BNS 3-17-07* Always & Forever"
You might not be her first, her last, or her only. She's scared about someone else before and possibly will again, but if she cares for you now, what else matters? She's not perfect and you arent either. And the two of you will never be perfect, but if she can make you laugh at least once, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She is probably not going to quote poetry, she might not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break. So dont hurt her, dont change her & dont expect more than she can give. Dont over analyze. Smile when she makess you happy, yell when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.
Firemen's Prayer:
When I am called to duty, God Wherever flames may rage Give me strength to save a life Whatever be its age. Let me embrace a little child Before it is too late Or save an older person from The horror of that fate. Enable me to be alert And hear the weakest shout, and quickly and efficiently To put the fire out. I want to fill my calling To give the best in me, To guard my friend and neighbor And protect their property. And, if, according to your will, I have to lose my life, Please bless, with your protecting hand, My family and my wife.


Firefighters:
The tones go out
In the middle of the night.
The firefighter responds
There's a fire to fight.
The apparatus rolls
As the crew gets ready
The Officer's on the radio.
The driver holds it steady.
As the truck draws near
Black smoke rolls into sight,
The firefighters are ready
To battle the orange light.
The flames are growing.
They find the occupants are out.
The hose lines are charged.
This is what it's all about.
Two firefighters go in
To battle the flame.
Something doesn't feel right,
They both feel the same.
The creaking is now loud,
They turn to retreat.
The roof crashes in
The sound is deafening in the street.
Other firefighters are trying
To clear through the rubble.
They know two of their own
Are in grave trouble.
At last one calls out,
"One firefighter found!"
The digging begins
To get him unbound.
He asks for his partner
As they pull him free.
They tell him they're looking,
And then they finally see.
His partner has been found,
His injuries are grave.
As hard as they try,
His life they could not save.
Thousands of grieving firefighters
Gathered to hear
The chaplain say, "Firefighter Down,"
And from each falls a tear.
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countryboy84 [><] Rebel Born, Rebel Breed, When I Die I'll Be Rebel Dead [><]..... Goin To Bed Night All
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Hey yall, guess yall want to know something about me. My name is Bryan Jewell and I am just a typical Crazy Ass Country Firefighting Redneck. I am takin so I am on here to met new people just to be friends with and nothing else, anybody who wants to be more than a friend will get turned down. I am a nice caring guy and anybody who knows me know's I would do anything for them and I am easy to get along with. I love the outdoors, I like to go camping, hunting, fishing, racing and being around friends. I use to be a fighter, and I kanda miss it but it is all in the past. I have a little traning in kickboxing, martial arts, and ninjitsu. If you want to know more about me just ask and I will get back to you.
In Loving Memory Of RoseBud Jewell






1971 Plymouth Barracuda
You have a 1971 Plymouth Barracuda. You love beer. You love your car. It's fast as hell, and thats all that matters! And yes, it's got a hemi.....that's right I said
a hemi!
You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.
Main weapon:Sword
"Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
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countryboy84 has 31 friend(s)
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stay in touch
Hell I go now with one eye....LOL
The good Lord will take care of me. thanks for stopping by.. any luck this season for you?
can see but still quite blurry but time will telll
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Sorry about the delay in responding. Hanen't been on for a while. Thanks for stopping by, though.