It was a typical afternoon in the firehouse. Me, Danny and Pete were sat around playing five card stud, drinking cold soda and dreaming of hot pizza. The alarm went off. We folded and sprung into action.
How do you know who is a good man? By his acts.
Danny takes care of a drunken bachelorette.
“I know this not because he fits a definition or has the requisite qualities to be awarded the label good; it’s because he just is.”
“He could’ve done some damage in high school football, but he was the assistant manager counting my drawer.”
“Apparently, life doesn’t wait until we are ready.”
Zambia won the Africa Cup of Nations and gave us a reason to smile.
“Something had always been different about him.”
“Bill, I love you. Now come out into the light.”
“He wakes the girls by singing songs they’ve come to expect every school morning.”
“What 33 year old is too afraid to sleep alone?”
“A hero is a man of distinguished courage and ability; it describes him perfectly.”
He is hunting for toads—or, as he calls them, “ABOODA!”