FEBRUARY 18 2010 2322 - JACKSONVILLE FL - I am not going to do a summary of my day, because to be honest, there was not much to talk about today. Hey, do you want me to be honest, or to tell you a lie? I thought you would prefer honesty. Anyway, instead of talking about me, I wanted to share with you a small sample of the intellectual me. This one I have entitled:
The Call That Came In Tonight
The call came in tonight, and as if struck but a sudden jolt in the still of the night, he sprang in the action. Alert, ready, focused, and ever determined to answer the alarm, for the call came in tonight.
A harsh blast of frigid winter air hit him as the door raised and the siren roared to life. Let there be nothing to stand in his way, for he knew there must be a life he could save, indeed he must save, for the call came in tonight.
His grip tightened as his driver maneuvered through a variety of g-forces, pulling his body from left to right and left yet again as if he were in some crazy centrifuge. Yet it mattered not, the ride, for the call came in tonight.
In the shallow distance he could see, Oh Lord could it possibly be, as if one thousand hells raged in a single square. Of that he would not care, it was what he lived to dare, I will succeed his silent prayer for the call came in tonight.
That's when he thought he heard the scream, within that nightmarish and torturous dream, through a phalanx of flames, smoke and steam. He rushed in before the team, because the call came in tonight.
Threw the hellish wall he'd fight, the thick and acidic like smoke robbing him of his precious sight, one million blast furnaces drawing him closer to night, save for an image of radiant light, for the call came in tonight.
His friends soon found this brave young man, a tiny toddler clutched close at hand, breathing barely although his rescuer befell a truly different plight. The toddler cried for his hero, for whom the call came in tonight.
He was carried out by head and feet, shrouded simply in a white linen sheet, before a crowd of astonished yet ever so grateful onlookers on the street. He watched from just within the light, for it was his call that came in tonight.
There are those who say, that on a cool and stilly winter's night, you can still hear the sound of the siren as it roars piercingly in the calm of the night. For that is the sound of the hero rushing towards the call that came in tonight.
-- E M Wise February 18, 2010
I hope you enjoyed this spontaneous work. I felt the need to exercise a little creativity with this post, because at times we all need a creative outlet. Good night all.
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