Sirens scare me. Ambulances make me cry.
Squad cars turning slow around our corner hurt my chest, until the car passes.
Twice this past weekend I heard the sirens, saw the ambulances and squad cars. My heart raced and my mind shot directly to the worst scenario. I didn't worry. I feared. Patrick answered his phone. Relief. Then I worried. I worried for the family of someone I didn't want to know.
The daily news must be sirens for families of service men and women. Unavoidable, always screaming. They can't call to know their loved one is safe. I pray for them.
Do we live to go about the business of the world until tragedy strikes. Are we all victims in mourning or waiting?
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