We lost someone special this month. One of “our” paramedics. Erik Steciak.
We live near West Friendship. They are our fire station. We support them and value tremendously their dedication to keeping us safe. Every time we hear the ambulances on Rte. 32 we know they are dealing with yet another crash on that dangerous stretch of road.
Erik gave his life to this vocation. He loved it and spent countless hours between his paid and his volunteer service. I found a remarkable blog post while researching mine. Here.
This quote stays with me. Thanks to Dan Ciarrocchi for writing this article.
It’s a position that he hasn’t second-guessed often, but occasionally, that moment arises. If so, he defers back to one of his earliest memories, where the firehouse he worked at had an open house. Firefighters spoke to interested crowds, displayed their equipment and allowed children to explore the trucks and ambulances.
“There was a girl, she was about 4, maybe 5 years old, cutest thing you’d ever see.” Steciak said. “Her mom knelt down beside her, put her arm around her and pointed straight at me and said ‘Look. There’s a hero.’ And the look that kid gave me…I just keep telling myself I can’t ever let her down.”
Erik was a hero. He went out and helped people no matter how bad it was out there.
For me, I want to honor this young man and all like him. They are our future. They are our unsung heroes.
Rest in Peace, Erik. Know that many of us who may look like strangers aren’t. We are all a family if we care about others.