Our community garden is located just a couple of houses from the fire station. Over the years, countless quiet mornings or afternoons there have been interrupted by the screaming of sirens responding to one emergency or another. The noise is loud enough that if Lucy happens to be there, I cover her ears because I know they are more sensitive than mine, and mine are hurting.
As unfailingly jarring as it is, it is of course impossible to be annoyed, knowing the essential duties the firetrucks, ambulances, and their occupants are engaged in. I do flinch, though, every time.
And then I take a deep breath and send out positive energy to anybody who needs such help and gratitude to those who willingly offer it.
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