One day when we were asked to introduce ourselves to a room full of new people, Richard decided to tell the group about one of the times I was rescued by first responders.<\/p>\n
I have a few dramatic rescues in my life story and they continue to teach me.<\/p>\n
One thing I have learned from being in peril is the quality of selflessness that emerges in the rescuers. They become my friends immediately, willing to do whatever they can to help. I’ve held hands with strangers who have run to my aid. They have carried me, watched over my family, and taken me to safety.<\/p>\n
Most rescuers I have never seen again, but I have been blessed to have a few chance meetings with some of them.<\/p>\n
They have met me with arms extended, tender encouragements, and even a cheer. “Here she is!!” and “I’m so glad to see you back with us.” They are the regular people\u00a0and\u00a0I am a small person, but I was worth their time and they cheer me on. They are my heroes.<\/p>\n
Gratitude, love, and self worth are a few of the things I have gained from being someone who has been rescued.<\/p>\n
These experiences have also taught me a lot about our Redeemer who has done for us what we could not do for ourselves. When we meet him someday, he will have a measure of love for us that can only be earned by a rescuer.<\/p>\n
I’ve heard it said that everyone is in peril of some kind, or they soon will be. We can be rescuers with a smile, a note, or even consistent, mostly unnoticed efforts. We may never know that we have been rescuers or the depth of feeling others have for our service. Ready? Let’s go rescue somebody.<\/p>\n
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