Sunday was Mother’s Day.
Mother Nature was generous with the weather, featuring a moderate temperature, a gentle breeze and ubiquitous sunshine. The setting could not have been more serene.
People were busy making plans to honor their family matriarch on this special day. The morning could not have been more idyllic.
But not everyone’s day was off to a mollifying beginning.
As I was sitting at the intersection of Airport Road and Route 1 at 10:38 a.m., seven emergency vehicles whizzed by in less than two minutes. They were heading south. Someone’s life was changing.
With that many attending to the matter, I knew they were racing toward a major challenge. I said a prayer for those whose lives had been transfixed in such a short period of time.
My thoughts next turned to all of the emergency personnel whose plans for this special day had been completed altered. They would not be joining their families for a celebratory lunch. They would not be honoring their mothers on this day.
Instead, they were racing toward the unknown, responding once again to someone in need. This is their calling, and they do it so well.
Perhaps this is how they honor their mothers each and every day.
These people need our support; they need our donations; they need our volunteerism; and they need our prayers.