Day 21 – A picture of something you wish you could forget
About 5 in the morning, I think it was October, nine or ten years ago, I was driving home from a party. Very near my apartment I stopped at the connivence store on the corner to get some breakfast. I had to do all the laundry I neglected the night before. An ambulance or fire-truck, something with sirens, zoomed by, the cashier said something like,”wow that’s the 5th one.”
Somehow I knew, my stomach sank, I left my items on the counter and raced to my car, I rounded the entrance to my apartment complex and was greeted by about a dozen cops, I was stopped. “You cannot go any further.” I knew, I just knew. I raced past them on foot and told them I had to see if it was my apartment, one police man trying to stop me asked me my apartment number and when I told him he just stopped, he let me go. I rounded one more corner and was greeted my several fire-trucks and some of my neighbors. It was my apartment.
I’ll never forget that feeling, the sinking feeling that I had just lost everything. And I had. Miraculously my cat had survived, he had climbed inside a upholstered chair they heard him crying and got him out, he was okay. everything else was a total loss. if it wasn’t burned it was so smoke damaged that it was beyond repair. I called my mom, I remember I didn’t cry, I was in shock. I stood in front of my apartment being comforted by neighbors and policemen.
The fire was electrical, it started in the bedroom, they said it burned so fast and so hot that had I been in there I may not have survived. The bedroom was empty, full of ashes. you couldn’t tell where the bed, dresser, bookcases had been, everything was just ashes. All of my clothing and shoes were gone, All I had was what I was wearing.
This was one of the worst days of my life.