Passion: What You Do Even if No One Notices

I can hold my dad’s professional and passionate pursuits in my hand. They are an assortment of medals with pens with strong insignia. Red and gold Maltese crosses, bugles, and axes show the authority of a man given the responsibility and honor to protect and serve.

He was a first responder before that phrase was coined. Both the Ambulance Chief and 1st Assistant Fire Chief in my home town.

I found the medals still pinned to his shirts where they had been hanging in the back of my mom’s closet since they’d last been worn 31 years ago. As I come through the old newspaper clippings I learn more about the local politics of such a post. A fight for a new ambulance. Posed photos, coloring contests, money raised, elections.

These are mixed with my own memories of my dad putting on his good clothes and attending nighttime committee meetings after his day job at the post office. When he returns home my parents discuss people at the meeting the way my husband and I talk about our coworkers now who don’t see things our way.

An article mentions a large house fire where departments from across the county were called in to help fight the blaze. My dad is mentioned as one of the firefighters who received minor injuries. I remember the weeks he sits in his recliner with a cast on his leg after falling through…