Yesterday, my six-year-old daughter and I enjoyed a Mom/Daughter day. We did a little shopping, which included a trip to the bookstore where she selected a new graphic novel. We went out to lunch, just the two of us. She dressed up in one of the new outfits she got for Christmas, and she wore the new bracelet that her Great Aunt Cindy sent her. It was a special rainbow-colored bracelet that featured a design based upon the double helix.
While we were finishing up our lunch, a fire truck pulled up and two firemen clad in a good portion of their firefighting uniform and gear came in to order lunch. My daughter kept eyeing them and talked about how one time she got to climb on a fire truck at school.
“They’re heroes, you know,” she told me. “They have really cool jobs.”
Some time during this conversation, her new bracelet must have slipped off, and we didn’t notice it on the floor as we left. Fortunately, one of the firemen noticed it though. He came running out to our car and knocked on the window to return her bracelet. Her face lit up.
“You’re right,” I told her as we drove away. “Those firemen are the heroes of the day!”