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Within the realm of mankind there are those that exceed
The
expectations of the human soul,
For they are the epitome of good will, and the extended hand of God,
They come when
called no questions asked, giving of themselves and
their time.
Neither for money nor fame, but only to serve their
fellow man,
They believe themselves neither as heroes nor as gods,
But as simply doing their job.
Their answer to
the calls of need is, how can I help.
Their answer to the danger is, it needs to be done.
Their answer to their death
is, please take care of my family.
For there is no greater sacrifice then to give your life for another,
Yet they do
so without thought.
Willing to leave behind their families for a stranger,
Offering to give their life for someone not
known,
And once gone, their gentle souls committed to the ages
Never again to be replaced.
Let us never forget these
perished men and women,
Take one moment to honor their passing,
For ours is the greatest loss of all. They lived to
serve us,
And in death they are the gentle heroes we have loved and lost.
Let their memory shine forever, a monument
to humanity.
Author: Michael Maczynski |
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