Once everyone was there, we enjoyed a ham dinner only to be interrupted by another call out just before dessert. Back they came for coffee and cheese cake and then off to work for the rest of the night shift. The good part of the evening was that the seargent had his wife and little one year old visiting which meant another woman at the table and a toddler and oh, how I love little ones and another woman to talk to. The bad part was that Ron was one of the guys responding to calls so he didn't get to sit and enjoy the evening but at least he got his supper between calls.
Yesterday morning the door bell rang which is quite unusual. The guys usually just knock and if we know that they are coming they knock, yell "police" and come on in. Yesterday was different. When I opened the door, a young man stood there very broken. He has just found a relative dead. I began to cry as Ron rushed to get ready to go with this poor guy. All I could do was bring him a cup of tea and a Kleenex box. My heart ached for him. I had to call Stephen to have someone to talk to. He called back later to check on me. I continued with my day by taking down the Christmas decorations but my mind would often be drawn back to the aching man at my door. I had a hard time sleeping last night thinking about him and the rest of the community in mourning.
This morning after a restless sleep there was a loud pounding at our door. Ron stumbled to the door, after coming in at at four in the morning, and was told to call for help. Another house fire, another family loses a home, another tradegy in the community.
|Taken from my front window|
We never know what the next door knock will bring so I think the best way to open each door is with a little prayer.