Thursday, May 3, 2012

Once in a lifetime


Years ago, I met a special lady. Her name is Jana. She has 2 sons. I taught her youngest son, Kolby, violin for several years.  We had wonderful times together and made some great memories, including a trip to Washington DC to see the Stradivari violins in the vault at the Library of Congress.  Her oldest son, Kason, I didn't get to know too well, but he has aspired his whole life to become a fire fighter.  And now he is one!

While we were in St George, Jana made arrangements with Kason to give  Jace a tour of his fire station!!


It was such a treat, and the highlight of our time in St George.


Kason was so sweet to Jace,  He let him climb up into the trucks


and wear the headphones, and steer the steering wheel, and turn on the lights, and


taught him about all the complex parts.


My favorite part was watching Jace try on his fire fighter suit.


The boots that drowned him, and the pants and coat


each weigh a ton.  I should have asked Kason just how heavy they are, but I think with the pack it is well over 50 lbs.


And here he is....

fire fighter JACE!


 He has some growing to do, which I hope doesn't happen too fast.


They thoroughly inspected each and every truck.


I was impressed with how spotless each one was.  Not a fingerprint on the shiny chrome could be seen anywhere

until Christopher Robin got done giving the tires a complete inspection.


Each truck had REAL gold leafing that said St  George Fire Department -- in keeping with tradition.


After seeing all the trucks


Jace got to shake hands with the rest of the firefighters before we waved them goodbye.


They were so attentive and cute with him. They made him feel like he was the only person in the whole world.


Then they were off to help the scouts put out their bonfire.

It was every boy's dream come true, and for Christopher Robin, it was an experience he will cherish the rest of his life!




1 comment:

  1. Can life get any better than this for Christopher Robin? Priceless!

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