Chapter Four
A few hard taps with a hammer had a hook secured in the wall. With tender care and a great deal of reverence, JD hung the heavy frame. He stared in awe, seeing his own satisfied grin reflected back in the glass. The frame held a mere bit of paper and ink, nothing special, yet it represented the culmination of all his hard work and determination.
In smaller frames next to the diploma hung official documents issued by the state of Florida—his firefighter credentials and brand-new teaching certificate.
He would always crave the adrenaline rush of fighting fires, the heady thrill of saving a life. Still, he wasn’t getting any younger and was ready to start a regular career. In less than two months he would be a teacher—elementary school. If that didn’t scare the s**t out of him
