Do you have what it takes to be a crossing guard?

Stopping traffic… guiding pedestrians… facing down screaming death machines, hurtling their way toward your extended, white-gloved hands, when all that stands between the huddled, shuffling masses of kiddies and certain doom is you… and your whistle.

We salute these Everyday Heroes… folks like Edgar J. Birdwhistle, Professional Crossing Guard.

Edgar J. Birdwhistle has given most of his life to public service… starting in grade school as a“safety” with the fluorescent orange belt and shiny badge, to service in our military, and then as a cop on the beat of the mean streets of Frog Level, Virginia.

But now, he faces his greatest challenge—and reaps the richest rewards—as a professional Crossing Guard.

He’s got the stance… the vest… the hat… and the cool, hard gaze that stops reckless menaces who are pushing 22 miles an hour in their tracks. You don’t want to hear him blow that whistle,because that means he’s ready to blow you away. Single, file, kiddies, let’s move!

This job isn’t for everyone. But if you’ve got the nerve to face down a swerving minivan full of screaming children being piloted by a PMS-crazed Soccer Mom on Red Bull, it might be for you.

If you’d like to know more, please call us or visit our website, if you can find it.

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