Sound of Sirens

Recently I’ve had some friends—including my husband—say it was strange that I like the sound of sirens. He said someone’s in danger if an alarm is sounded. No I don’t find pleasure in other people’s misery. I see a different side of the situation.

Almost seventeen years ago, I lost control of my car on a freshly graded gravel road. As if in slow motion, everything in my car circled around us as the vehicle rolled over. There was a loud crunching sound then an eerie moment of silence. In an instant I wondered if I injured or worse yet killed my two children until they assured me they were okay.

The car landed on the passenger side trapping me and my passenger in the front area. With the back window broken, thankfully my children were able to crawl out of the vehicle unharmed.

By then there were other people around us and I knew someone had called the police. In the distance I could hear the sound of the city’s fire alarm followed by the echoing sound of sirens. With their blaring sirens I felt such relief I wanted to cry—knowing me I probably did.

The volunteer firefighters who helped us obviously knew what they were doing and cared about helping others. Even after all these years when I hear a siren yes I know someone maybe injured, but I also know the Calvary is coming to help.

Several years later, my husband and son joined this fire department and they learned first hand the training and dedication the men and women go through for a volunteer department. Their commitment helped inspire my Forest Ridge Firefighter Series. My third book Everlasting Love will be released in July.