I once knew a little girl who, upon hearing a siren sounding, would go into near hysterics with worry. Plugging her ears in an attempt to block out the sound, she would pace nervously back and forth until the sound disappeared. I remember watching her go through this exercise.
On a different level, I can relate to this youngster’s terrors. Having been on the scene when emergency services were needed on a few occasions, I can tell you that those moments between dialing 9-1-1 and help arriving feels never-ending. You are helpless, even when you are doing CPR or other life-sustaining measures.
Even when I’m not behind the scenes, the sound of those sirens sets off my emotions. I wonder who, what, where, when, and why? If my loved ones are out of sight, my worry for them is ignited.
Now picture this: