Fire on Bethel Rd.
Okay, so last night I stayed up way past my bed time to chat online and read and what not. My dog started to bark around twelve thirty and although I was ready to stuff a sock down his throat, my gramma came downstairs to let him outside and talk to me. Well, she looked out the porch door and at first she thought that my old grade nine gym teacher had really bright christmas lights up but then we both realized that they were two fire trucks. I took a look and we thought that it was a fire at Mrs. Ardern's house, although something didn't seem quite right cause I couldn't see any fire or smoke or the actual fire truck, only the lights.
This morning I came downstairs and I found out that my grandparent's good friends farm house burnt down. Everything inside was lost and although their friends Gord and Elaine aren't living there, they have friends, a woman who left her husband with her two children, living in that house. They lost everything other than the clothes on their backs and the moment I heard that I couldn't believe it. They've got nothing, at all. The two little girls are ten and three, and the mother's in her late thirties. They lost their clothes, their money, the oldest daughter lost her school books and they'll have to pay for the damage fee on it which is usually sixty dollars for elementary school books. I'm still a little in shock my gramma and I have been tearing through our closets and drawers. I've literally cleaned out almost all my clothes and have them washing to give to them. I've got some of my teddy bears I've had for years in bags right now ready to bring up the road. I have books and magazines I'm giving too and I just baked a big tray of chocolate chunk muffins cause I think the little girls would like that. But I just feel like it's not enough, you know?
I've seen these three girls, and they've always been so happy and playing with each other or their two big dogs but to have everything taken away in the middle of the night? The one time we're having a cold winter and their house burns down. There were ten fire trucks trying to put it out and nothing could be saved. It's so ironic and horrible and it just makes it so you can't stop crying because you feel so bad and like such a terrible person because here you are, with everything and what have you done thats so amazing that you get to keep it and they don't? I haven't done anything that I'm extremely proud of in so long, haven't been the happiest I could be and this little family was making a new start, always happy and together and it's all gone now.
Makes you really wonder about everything..
This morning I came downstairs and I found out that my grandparent's good friends farm house burnt down. Everything inside was lost and although their friends Gord and Elaine aren't living there, they have friends, a woman who left her husband with her two children, living in that house. They lost everything other than the clothes on their backs and the moment I heard that I couldn't believe it. They've got nothing, at all. The two little girls are ten and three, and the mother's in her late thirties. They lost their clothes, their money, the oldest daughter lost her school books and they'll have to pay for the damage fee on it which is usually sixty dollars for elementary school books. I'm still a little in shock my gramma and I have been tearing through our closets and drawers. I've literally cleaned out almost all my clothes and have them washing to give to them. I've got some of my teddy bears I've had for years in bags right now ready to bring up the road. I have books and magazines I'm giving too and I just baked a big tray of chocolate chunk muffins cause I think the little girls would like that. But I just feel like it's not enough, you know?
I've seen these three girls, and they've always been so happy and playing with each other or their two big dogs but to have everything taken away in the middle of the night? The one time we're having a cold winter and their house burns down. There were ten fire trucks trying to put it out and nothing could be saved. It's so ironic and horrible and it just makes it so you can't stop crying because you feel so bad and like such a terrible person because here you are, with everything and what have you done thats so amazing that you get to keep it and they don't? I haven't done anything that I'm extremely proud of in so long, haven't been the happiest I could be and this little family was making a new start, always happy and together and it's all gone now.
Makes you really wonder about everything..