Sounds of Sirens…


My world was quiet this morning…as a small town generally is at six o’clockuntil…a siren broke the silence…it started as a single note…not announcing the nature of the emergency…for a bit…then…settling into the fire truck’s song…

Hearing the sound…sent my mind in several directions at once…is there a fire…is there a wreck…is it someone I know…then…I thought about cities…and how associate the sound of sirens with cities…not my small town…

Now…I know the reason for that…but…Bertha…took it on a different tangent…reminding me…that regardless of the size of the town…sirens mean the same thing…someone needs help…and…someone is on their way

Which reminds me…we as people…generally need the same things…regardless of…race…creed…color…gender…financial status…we basically have the same needs…

We need to be heard…we need to be understood…we need to be loved…and…sometimes…we need…our own version of…Mighty Mouse

Jane

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