I have been hearing a lot of sirens lately (the police car variety, not the Odysseus type…although now that I think about I hear my share of those too). I don’t know what the deal is whether people are more accident prone all of a sudden or maybe I never didn’t pay attention as much before.
I do tend to listen to the sirens closely though. It’s an occupational hazard when you live across the street from where you work. I always hope, the sirens don’t stop at the church. I have really, really hoping they wouldn’t stop because we have been in a prolonged process to install an automated external defibrillator (AED). The AED is a devise that pretty much anyone can use to save someone who is having a heart attack. So I have been worried that someone would have a heart attack before we got the unit and their demise would be because it took so long to get the AED.
Fortunately, we have the AED now and so if there is a heart attack at the parish, we can assist the victim until help arrives. I don’t know that it will cure my desire for sirens to go past the church, but at least we got the heart covered.
I started disliking sirens intensely after I started dwelling on what the reason might be for their speedy trip. They don’t go to happy places. There is someone in a rough spot most of the time. It’s not something pleasant to think about the accident or illness or misfortune that exists at the destination. I have, however, recently found a tonic for the bad feeling I get when I think about where a siren is going. I say a prayer for whoever they are going to help.
I’d invite you to give it a try – it’s free – so if you hear a siren – say a prayer.
