When you wake up in the dead of night to the smell of smoke in the house; when you're in a vehicle accident and are trapped in the car or when you're in a flooded area and need rescuing, it's our local firefighters who risk their safety to ensure yours.
My birthday will be here soon. I will celebrate it by doing absolutely nothing.
I have jokingly dubbed my birthday "National Do Nothing Productive Day." It's not celebrated nationally but it should be. It's not that I think my birthday is worthy of becoming a holiday, but rather that I believe modern life has become overscheduled, making it necessary to actively seek time to do nothing.
The man didn't trust me. He told me so.
"It's not just that I don't trust you. I don't trust nobody," he declared.
I was trying to buy gasoline and wanted to fill my tank to capacity in order to track gas mileage. Thus, I had no idea what the cost would be until the tank was full.
He insisted I pay first.
Even after trying to show him my driver's license and registration and telling him I wrote for the newspapers just down the street, he wouldn't budge.
I wasn't used to that way of doing business. And I surely wasn't used to being treated with suspicion.
·Miller-Keystone Blood Center, Bethlehem, is open Sundays for blood donors at the Bethlehem site and volunteers are needed to serve as canteen attendants.
Contact Naomi Pratt at 610-691-5850 or npratt@ hcsc.org.
·Downtown Bethlehem Association has volunteer opportunities for the Bethlehem Fashion Event Sept. 22.
Contact Kasara McLaughlin at 610-577-6962 or email@example.com.
While I am a staunch supporter of the First Amendment and the original purpose of implementing limitations and barriers on the government in suppressing speech, I also feel we, as individuals, ought to have some self-restraint and common sense when we express our views.
A controversial video titled "Innocence of Muslims" incited protests beginning Sept. 11 which resulted in the tragic death of U.S. Ambassador Chris Stevens, Information Management Officer Sean Smith and security personnel Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty.
A routine drive home on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard turned out to be a quite frightening recently underneath the Eighth Street Bridge.
A loud crash and millions of broken glass particles were splayed about my car, in my hair, in my clothing and on my skin. I initially believed my sunroof exploded.
As I pulled over and got out of my car to review the scene, I saw a hefty rock resting on my dashboard. A rock was pummeled through my passenger window, thrown by someone on the street. The rock shattered my passenger window and cracked my windshield.