Truth - Fireman Denny

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  There are many very cool people I come across. Many interesting people.  Many unique and memorable people.  The other day I woke up thinking about my cool friend Denny.  He came across my mind, because I had not heard from him in a while.  I decided I was going to see what was up with him later in the day.

So later that day I looked on Facebook, and much to my dismay I saw the news that he had passed away earlier on the same day. That freaked me out, but not as much as the tragedy that he was gone. Why did it cross my mind to think about contacting him, and then he had died about the same time?

He wasn't a close friend, but I've known him for over 25 years.  We didn't really hang out.  But when we conversed I was all ears.  You see I didn't know much about his personal life.  It was none of my business.  What interested me was his stories.  He was a Detroit firefighter. If anyone knows Detroit, it's probably the toughest job in the city.  They never get a night off, and there are more calls then they can handle.  Those guys have it tough.

I loved his perception from being on the front lines, and dealing the destruction of Detroit first hand. His knowledge of the city, the property lines, the population, the government, the buildings was top notch.  He understood the corrupt political atmosphere and how it made his job that much tougher.

Denny wasn't the greatest speaker, or the best writer, and he'd always tell you that.  He didn't have to be though.  That was the beauty of him. He thought he was average and didn't think too highly of himself.  He wasn't a downer, he just didn't want attention. He just wanted to see the right things happen.  I guess that's what fireman do.  They just want to help. Denny was a very good man.