Betty walked outside with us. It was a beautiful evening. The sky was a mixture of soft pinks, purples and blues. I felt anxious and excited. I thought about all the people I knew in the rescue business most of them are pretty blas about this sort of thing.
Rescues become routine and mundane after awhile.
I wonder sometimes, if this will ever happen to me - that at some point I ll simply accept them with casual boredom. But deep in my heart, I knew this would never be so. Each life we save is special sacred and I thank the Grandfather for keeping the integrity of this perception stable. I never want to think of them as just routine . We stared into the sky, straining to catch a glimpse of the plane as it approached.