My son is a fireman.

This isn’t how I imagined his life.
He should be out there, laughing, enjoying his youth,
and looking ahead with hope.
But he made a different choice.
He chose to be there for others.
To run where others stop in fear.
He chose courage every single day.
And today, as his father, I sit by his bed
and can do nothing but hope.
That’s why I’m asking you for something very simple:
Don’t leave without saying a few kind words to him.
A “Stay strong.”
A heartfelt message.
A silent prayer. 🙏🏼💓

Manchmal ist genau so eine kleine Gesture
das Einzige, was und in schweren Momenten trägt.
Danke, dass du dir Zeit genommen hast.
Danke, dass du bei uns bist.
And if you don’t see what you’re saying, your
life will be unseen.🥹❤️