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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 33
Sign: Leo

City: Westwood
State: Massachusetts
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/19/2006

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008 

Current mood:  crushed
Category: Life
Lord, Are there Roses in your garden?? Would you pick a dozen of your best and deliver them for me?? For you see it's my mom's Birthday and I can't vist my mom, For it wasn't long ago the angels came and took her home. So if there is roses in your garden would you pick a dozen of your best and deliver them to mom?? Tell her Happy Birthday, Tell her I Love her and Miss her, In so many ways. But I have the joy knowing we will meet again someday and we will pick roses together in your garden. Happy Birthday Mom!! Rest in peace 11-9-48 -  11-13-06
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Monday, August 25, 2008 

Current mood:  loved
Category: Life
I cant beleive that my wedding is a little bit more than a month away the time has gone by so fast, it seems like just the other day when I asked Julie to marry me. I'm so glad I finally found my soulmate after all these year. Julie I love you with all my heart and soul. I cannot ask for a better person to spend the rest of my life with. Love you always.
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Saturday, November 10, 2007 

Current mood:  loved
Last Saturday was one of the best days of my life, I asked Julie to marry me and she said yes. It was one of the best few minutes of my life. I am so happy I finally found someone to settle down with and spend the rest of my life with her. October 5, 2008 cannot come fast enough I am looking foward to it. Jule you are my heart and sole I love you with all my heart and more that words can express. Thank you for saying yes.
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Sunday, September 02, 2007 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
A Fireman's Prayer
When I am called to duty, God,

Whenever flames may rage;

Give me strength to save some life,

Whatever be its age.


Help me embrace a little child

Before it is too late

Or save an older person

From the horror of that fate.


Enable me to be alert

And hear the weakest shout,

And quickly and efficiently

To put the fire out.


I want to fill my calling

And to give the best in me

To guard my every neighbor

And protect his property.


And if, according to my fate,

I am to lose my life,

Please bless with your protecting

My children and my wife.


- Author Unknown
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Saturday, September 01, 2007 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

Fallen Jakes


Numerous messages to God since Wednesday...
Bless our brothers, the fallen Jakes
It seems there's never rhyme nor reason
For whom He decides to take

Again we're forced to struggle with the fact
That He's taken two of our bravest
If we could, we brothers, march to heaven
From Him their souls we'd outwrest

But such is the fate of the dedicated Jake
Much, much too often
Though they died doing the job they loved
This blow cannot be softened

It crushes their families, kills their dreams
Of happy times together
They must go on, remembering their souls
Will live with them forever

We fellow firefighters in the "brotherhood"
Have lost two of our own
Like countless of our brothers before them
It still cuts to the bone

And lest we forget their brothers in arms
Who fought by their side
Some of whom still lay in hospital beds
Lucky to have not died

Our hearts may go out to all of the above
For they all suffer today
They'll pick up the pieces the best they can
Each in their own way

But our prayers are for the eternal souls
Of two true Boston heroes
Who did their jobs until the very end
Earning them their haloes



Lt. Tom Kenney - Providence Fire Department
30August2007

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Thursday, August 30, 2007 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
As I sit here reflecting on the deaths of two Boston firefighters who were doing there job it was bothering me that people out there think how overpaid firefighters are. Lets take a minute to think how you would feel getting a call that your loved one had passed away trying to save building fire from spreading.  Try to explain to a two year old child that their father is not coming home. Yes it a dangerous job But the guys/girls are willing to take that chance because its part of their job. Are they overpaid hardly!!!!!!  Firefighters dont get paid enough for the chances that they have to take. I just had to vent hearing people say that ff's sit around all day and do nothing. When you need us were there 24/7. No question asked. I also want to ask everyone to take a moment today to pray for the families of the fallen firefighters.  Thanks for reding my blog feel free to comment. Stay safe
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Thursday, June 07, 2007 

Current mood:  accomplished
Glory Fades

Riding the trucks, sirens screaming
All eyes upon you, as the strobe lights are gleaming
You think that you're special, and can't help beaming
But the glory soon fades…

You get off the truck, and people are gawking
They watch your every movement, and you hear them talking
They're singing your praises, as the radio's squawking
But the glory soon fades…

You move toward the fire, and people are yelling
You quickly take command, and you begin telling
The people to stay calm, as their tears begin welling
But the glory soon fades…

They look at you with hope, because you'll be saving
The loved one they tell you is in there, by their ranting and raving
And you summon your comrades, with your frantic waving
But the glory soon fades…

You mount an attack, and you're all striving
That the victim still trapped, will walk away surviving
As his family celebrates, cheering and high five-ing
But the glory soon fades…

You try to push forward, but you take a beating
The heat and the smoke, force you into retreating
That hopefulness you felt, was ever so fleeting
And the glory soon fades…

This battle you're waging, and hoped you'd be winning
Has taken its toll, and now you're beginning
To see that your hopes, of a rescue are dimming
Yes, the glory soon fades…

New firemen imagine themselves, helping and aiding
But death is the one thing, you can't keep evading
With each new defeat, the glory's soon fading

Glory fades...


Copyright 2004 Tom Kenney
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Saturday, May 26, 2007 
"3-4-3"


It's funny how people remember us
From that fateful day
As the heroes who climbed the towers
Passing workers on the way

They see the footage of us in the lobby
Preparing for the haul
The look on our faces, they say
Surely says it all

"They knew they were going to die",
They tell each other
"You can see it in their eyes as they
Greet a fellow brother"

They fail to realize it's not uncommon
For us to show our fear
But we never allow the fear to stop us
We just keep each other near

We may be proud, we may be brave
But suicidal, we're not
We take many risks to do our jobs
Giving all we've got

They think we know it's a death sentence
As we enter the lobby door
Unaware that not a man here among us
Had not been here before

As we walk through the valley of death again
That old familiar place
We can't accept that we'll leave our souls
And feel death's cold embrace

If we had known we would never come out
We'd have never gone in
Fearing and knowing are two different things
So we hold our doubts within

As we climbed up the stairs floor by floor
Searching zone by zone
It was saving lives that was on our minds
Not giving up our own

The Angel of Death is our frequent companion
A feared and lethal foe
But when he's here for one of our own
How are we to know

We're trained to push things to the limit
On each and every call
We're well aware that lives are on the line
And we may sacrifice all

We live with this throughout our careers
Through every single shift
It hangs in the air like a shroud of fog
Which we can never set adrift

Some think it's merely words when we say
We risk our lives for you
But we take this fact into account
In everything we do

That day in September in 2001
Was no different in our eyes
We could not have known what devastation
Was raining from the skies

We look down from above as our brothers
Desperately search "the pile"
They have no idea that we're finally at rest
They're still in denial

Our bravery that day seemed beyond belief
In the eyes of humanity
But the fact is we've faced our mortality before
Though you may question our sanity

We were merely men doing the job we loved
Down to our last breaths
We remain merely men in the scheme of it all
Even after our deaths



Copyright 2007 - Tom Kenney
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Saturday, May 26, 2007 
The Worcester Six


We came to be known
as the Worcester Six
but we were just firemen
the ones God had picked

We were called to respond
to a fire one night
when we arrived on the scene
there was no one in sight

A fire in a warehouse
the dispatcher said
we were told it was empty
we thought, victims, instead

A faint wisp of smoke
hung in the air
the fire lay waiting
deep inside, somewhere

A cold winter's wind
cut through the cold
we assume someone's inside
no matter what we're told

Engine-men were stretching
their hose up the stairs
as Ladder-men gathered tools
getting prepared…

…for the task lying before us
to search and to vent
this is our responsibility
it's why we're sent

As we entered the building
looking up toward the sky
no windows were visible
we'd have to vent high

So we climbed up six flights
to access the roof
light smoke in the stairway
serving as proof

That a fire was present
not yet too intense
these measures we employ
are the proper defense

They allow us more time
For search, and for rescue
Before the fire gets rolling
Cutting off our escape route

After we vented the roof
We descended one floor
To begin searching for victims
Entering through a door

We're in a windowless room
Our lights cut through the haze
From one room to another
Soon we're lost in this maze

As we're searching for victims
And for the exit
The fire suddenly intensifies
As oxygen reaches it

In what seems a blink of an eye
The smoke's black and thick
We don our masks with urgency
We need to get out quick

Desperately, we look for the stairs
but can't find our way out
fumble for our radios
"Mayday, Mayday", we shout

Crawling through this labyrinth
from room to room
only twelve minutes of air
between us and our doom

We try to relay our location
to our brothers outside
in hopes that they'll find us
before we have died

Enveloped in the darkness
time seemed to be frozen
suddenly aware of the risks
of this profession we'd chosen

It takes but a moment to realize
we may not survive
we're now sharing our air
trying to stay alive

Meanwhile, desperation outside
as we lay dying
a rescue plan put together
two brothers are trying

Trying to reach us in time
and pull us to safety
but their effort's in vain
it just wasn't to be

They crawl through the darkness
and become lost, too
now the rescuers are victims
so they start another crew

No shortage of volunteers
outside the building
to risk his life for his brothers
every man is willing

The only thing that mattered now
was finding their brothers
for it's their unwritten code
to depend on each other

As the third crew fell victim
to this hellish structure
whether more crews be sent in
was up for conjecture

It was then that the Chief did
what had to be done
he pulled everyone out of there
the building had won

It had swallowed our bravest
and was not giving them up
in a last act of bravery that night
the Chief said, "Enough!"

For more than two weeks following
as the world looked on
the city of Worcester, Massachusetts
recovered their brave sons

There were funerals and memorials
and a Presidential proclamation
the bravery and valor of these men
was beyond imagination



God keep you Paul, Tim, Tom, Jeremiah, Joe, & Jay


Copyright 2004 Tom Kenney
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Saturday, May 19, 2007 

Current mood:  curious
Ten Seconds With God

Ten seconds is a very long time
When that's all you have to live
Time enough to make your peace
But not enough to give…

To give your honey one more kiss
To squeeze her oh so tight
To give your kids assurance that
Everything will be all right

From the moment I began this job
I've prepared for this day
So now, as He calls me home
It seems I know the way

Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom
Like a freight train bearing down
I instantly knew how this would end
And I felt His peace surround…

Surround my body, and my soul
Surround my brothers in arms
I felt His love, like a giant cloak
Sheltering us from harm

While answering the call that day
I saw the second plane
It glided through the cloudless sky
Then burst into fiery rain

It rained down fire, rained down dust
It rained down bodies, too
It seemed no matter how we tried
There was nothing we could do

We knew that people trapped above
The hole that ripped the tower
Could never escape, with their lives
Without His awesome power

I prayed that day, a silent prayer
As I stepped inside the lobby
I knew that without His help
We'd only recover bodies

We started up the narrow stairs
While others were heading out
As we passed the scared civilians
Some began to shout…

"God bless you, our brave firemen.
You're heroes to us all."
But we were merely doing our jobs
Answering the call

We knew when we began the fight
We all would not survive
But by risking our lives for others
We keep the dream alive…

The dream that good will conquer all
And God will help us through
Reward us with eternal life
As we begin anew

I saw the face of God that day
As He led me to this place
His will, not ours, will be done
Accept this fact with grace

I understood, at once, that day
What we were sent here for
Watch over each other as best we can
For who could ask for more

Ten seconds is a very long time…


Copyright 2004 by Tom Kenney
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