I did save a person's life in a fire once.
It was a long time ago- I was 26.
I lived in a little ground level 8-plex with my
2 oldest children, (they were 2 and 4 at the time).
Everyone that lived there worked a day shift-
including me.
Anyway, in the middle of the 8 units was our
laundry/storage room for all tenants.
Right next to this room, a couple of young girls,
around 20 years old, rented a unit.
I was in the first unit at the very end of the 8-plex.
These girls loved to party and I even
had a few drinks with them and their friends on occasion.
They liked to party rather hard and when things
got wild, I went home.
They had tons of friends that came over
to their place and there was one particular guy that
really annoyed me, (I can't even recall his name),
but he was a loud mouthed twit!
The girls that lived there didn't like him much either
as he could get real nasty when he was drunk, (high).
When he visited these girls, I never went over.
Anyway, (to get to the point here),
one night they partied real hard!
The music was blaring till very late and their
friends were coming and going one after the other.
I was invited, but didn't go over,
as it was too much party for me, plus it was a summer Sunday evening and I had work the next day.
That morning I woke up to a very sick little girl,
Sarah was vomiting and had a fever.
I had no one to watch her and her daycare didn't
take kids with a fever, so I had to call in and take the
day off of work.
The "party girls" had gone to work just as everone
else did at the complex.
I was alone there that day and decided to take advantage
of that and do up all my laundry.
While my daughter napped, I grabbed up a load
and ran it down to the laundry room.
I opened the door and was greeted by a wall of heavy smoke.
I don't know why I just didn't turn and run back to my
unit and call 911, but I didn't.
I stopped to look past the smoke and saw a figure
laying on a couch in the back that was stored in the
laundry room.
I didn't even think about it, dropped my laundry basket
and ran over to the couch and jerked the person off-
it was the couch that was ablaze too.
I don't recall much of the rest, but I dragged this person
out of the laundry room and then ran to my unit
and called 911.
It was that awful guy that visited the girls.
As it turned out, the girls wouldn't let him stay crashed
in their unit when they went to work and he found
a place to crash in our laundry room.
It was his cigarette that lit the couch on fire.
The fireman told me if I hadn't gone in there-
he would have perished in the fire
and the whole complex could have been destroyed.
No smoke alarms were going off....
I moved shortly after that and never
saw the guy again.
I hope he did something good with his life...
I believe there is a reason for everything that
happens to us and I guess I was meant to be home
that day to save this man's life.
Why? I have no idea...
And no, he never did come back and thank me.
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two oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
hold tight the ring
the sea will rise
please stand by the shore
I will be...
there once more
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