Growing up I knew a kid named Mike. Mike used to ride around town on his bike with a hand-held scanner listening for emergency calls. He would then take off to the scene to help the local firemen in any way he could.
Kids did as kids do and would tease and make fun... but Mike was a good guy. He always meant well and, although teased, was liked by all. He strived to become a fireman and when he was of age his passion was awarded and he rose through the ranks to become Chief in his town.
He moved from house to house on Long Island until he was told to report to Engine 280/Ladder 132 in Brooklyn. This was his team for nine months until a call came in on the morning of September 11th, 2001.
Seven years ago a young fireman named Mike rushed into the towers to do all he could without thinking of himself. That day we lost a great man. We lost someone that I am proud to say I knew. You were taken too soon buddy... You were taken too soon.