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By Kimberly Kelly
Sep. 10, 2008 at 01:22 PM
Below is poem by a local Spartanburg firefighter… unable to do what he had dreamed as a child to do. It is a poem that is reflects his feels during 9/11 and I thought nothing would be more appropriate than to share it with you.
Thank you Dave for sharing your work and your heart…
We are also hoping Dave will join us all for the LIVE CHAT during the show today.
(so get your questions and comments ready for him and join us at 10am)
Local Firefighter
When I was young it was ’Station 51’
Being a fireman would be so much fun
As I got older I began to fulfill that boyhood dream
Volunteering my time to serve with the bravest team
Time went by, soon Captain was my rank
Then a surgeon messed up and my heart sank
Because of his carelessness I live in a chair
Sadly when you need help, I won’t be there
On September 11th, 2001, I lay a cripple in bed
When the towers fell and more than 3,000 lay dead
343 firefighters were reassigned to Heaven
I couldn’t help my brothers on 9-11
Now I write my thoughts on this laptop
It numbs the pain, but it never stops
So when a fire truck goes by today
To Heaven above please pray
A prayer for your local firefighter
They may save someone you love
~Dave Shafto
Commissioner, North Spartanburg Fire Department
Spartanburg, SC
Captain Emeritus, Sea Girt Fire Company #1
Sea Girt, NJ
September 2008
