Then, over the roar of fire and shouts, a cry pierced through the confusion:
“My baby! My baby is still inside!”
Her body was warm from the fire’s heat, her limbs dangling over his arms. He pressed her close, his voice low and urgent, though muffled through the mask:
“Hold on, little one. I’ve got you.”
“Heroes don’t always wear capes—they wear helmets and turnout gear.”
“God bless this man for carrying life from the fire.”
“Every beating heart matters.”
They say firefighters don’t just carry the weight of flames. They carry the weight of lives. And sometimes, in the arms of one man willing to walk through fire, the world is reminded that heroes still walk among us—silent, steady, and burning brighter than the flames they fight.
