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To the Miami Firefighter Who Found His Daughter
It was a rough day in Miami
There are no words. I want to offer something, though. This moment arrested me, and I thought of you in the heat and the rubble.
You are hoping to be wrong, hoping for anything at that moment. But you are a professional, so you know that you are probably not wrong. And then you are right. And that is the wrong from which there is no turning back.
If I could say anything to you, I would say I am with you. I would say that I hope you do not have to do this work by yourself. I have never lost a child, but I have lost a parent. There is work to come.
I rarely attend church. I am a civilian. Today felt like I needed to suit up. You should not have to do this alone. Today I read about this thing. Then I read it again.
I thought about the difficult things we have to do while we are here, while we are human.
Then I said the words, all the ones I remember. This time I meant them. I don’t have a family. So maybe that’s why this hit so hard.
I don’t know if I did it the right way. I don’t know if it does any good. But I did my best. I just tried to send whatever extra I have of whatever it is we need when it is this time.
I’m sorry this happened, man.
