National First Responders Day and the People Who Saved My Son
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For me, National First Responders Day is personal.
My son was supposed to spend the night at his sister’s apartment in Washington, D.C., when disaster struck. At around 1 a.m., she called me, frantic, saying that he still had not arrived. I drove into the city and started walking the blocks between her apartment and the last place she had talked to him.
In Chinatown, I came to an intersection that was blocked off, with lights, an ambulance, and people holding up their phones. There w
My son was supposed to spend the night at his sister’s apartment in Washington, D.C., when disaster struck. At around 1 a.m., she called me, frantic, saying that he still had not arrived. I drove into the city and started walking the blocks between her apartment and the last place she had talked to him.
In Chinatown, I came to an intersection that was blocked off, with lights, an ambulance, and people holding up their phones. There w
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