The Good Sirens
Sirens. All I hear is sirens. The loud obnoxious sound drilling into my ears.
The sirens getting louder and closer to me every second. I take a deep breath and pull my car to the edge of the road, hoping that the cops are not after me. I cross my fingers and hope that the sirens go right past without noticing me. I have already gotten two tickets this month and I couldn't bare to get another one. The sirens pass my car, heading up the steep New York City street. Whew, I'm safe….I'm safe, but someone else isn't. Someone else out there called the sirens. Everyday the sirens are somewhere in the world, because of fires, murders, heart attacks, robberies, or accidents. I should be thankful for those sirens, doing us good everyday of our lives, preventing all of those tragedies. If you're ever the car and you hear those sirens, don't think it's a waste of your time to pull over, don't get frustrated with doing the extra work, because these sirens are saving the day. They are the good sirens.