You might remember my post about a service project I participated in on September 11, called Freedom Day. My co-workers and I had such a great time with the fire fighters of Station 11 that we decided to make them our ongoing community service project.
Station 11 is the the unit that would be called if our office building ever went up in flames. It's always a good idea to have friends who can rescue you in times of need. It also doesn't hurt that they are a fantastic group of guys. Some of them are married with kids. Some are single. They are all smart-asses and flirts. A perfect fit for my crowd.
A group of us went to the fire house last night and made the guys a spaghetti dinner. They were soooooo thrilled. I'm not sure if they were thrilled because we made and served them dinner or because a group of gorgeous girls ( because I work with a bunch of 25 year old fashion models, no exaggeration!) came to hang out with them for a couple of hours.
Little Man came with me to help out. Another one of my friends brought her 11-year old son. The boys had a fabulous time running around the station exploring. The fire men let them crawl all over the trucks, ring the bells, handle the equipment, try on their suits (see above).They were too little to go down the fire pole, but a couple of the girls did - in heels! As you can see you really have to reach out to grab the pole and then you have to stretch out and wrap your leg around it. It's about 35 feet up - and looking down is terrifying!! I was way too chicken, but several of the girls took the leap.
The best part was that (twice) while we were there the alarms went off and they got called to go "rescue" people, so a bunch of us got to ride in the trucks and race down the freeway with the sirens blaring and light blazing! I say "rescue" because one call was a small fender-bender and the one Little Man and I went on was a house fire alarm that went off because they burned their dinner. Little Man said, "Aw man, I wanted to see some action!" Riding in the truck was the fun part. The boys went crazy for that. Little Man talked about it all the way home and today asked me where he should go to college to be a fire fighter. The evening obviously made quite an impression on him!I don't know who got more out of the night, but I think everyone enjoyed the experience of giving back to men who put their lives on the line for our community every day.
About this blog: What is Oh So Cynthia? It’s a Mom Blog about life in Dallas. You can call me a Mommy Blogger, but I prefer Social Media Mommy. Posts on this blog reflect the experiences of my life in Dallas and Park Cities, product reviews and my thoughts on parenting boy in this hi-tech, fast-paced world.
