When my dad passed away, the world lost a hero.  He helped save countless lives as a volunteer paramedic and fireman in the Plainview Fire Department for over 25 years.  While most normal people would run out of burning buildings, volunteer firemen run into the buildings and risk their own lives - often missing family celebrations or much-needed sleep. 

 

As a kid, I loved to play with my dad's helmet since it smelled like a combination of his aftershave and his 

most recent emergency call. I remember one night that he tried to explain to me that his helmet was used for 

his protection, of course, but he also liked his helmet so that nobody could see his face.  Unfortunately for 

him, people remembered his piercing blue eyes and distinguished (yes, large) nose.  When the family 

would go to the Plainview Diner or food shopping or wherever, I remember a handful of times that people 

would run up to my dad like a celebrity (which he was to me) and thank him for his help.  He was always 

humbled and seemed embarrassed.  He taught me that helping others is its own beautiful act and needs 

no recognition.

 

Every year on Thanksgiving, my dad would volunteer to "stand-by" at local fire houses on Long Island so that other firemen could spend the holiday with their family and friends.  My family learned to celebrate Thanksgiving 

every other day of the calendar year.  It was only fitting that my dad passed away on Thanksgiving Day. 

 

I hope that I can pass along my dad's values to my son.  I miss my dad every day.  I  am THRILLED that my 

son has registered for the FDNY test.  However, he needs a 100% on the written exam to move forward. 

Please say a prayer for his score.  It would mean the world to me to see my son follow in my dad's big 

footsteps.

 

Attached is an old photo of me wearing my dad's Fire Commissioner hat that I loved so much.