Yesterday, I returned from my lunch break to hear a call go out over the police scanner . A house fire had been called in and since our police and fire reporter had to go to court, I would be covering it. I rushed to my car and by sheer luck, stumbled upon the scene of the fire.
Smoke lingered, rising from the holes where the windows used to be, and firemen were marching in and out of the house, but the fire was no longer burning. In the short time that it took me to travel the six miles out of town, the firemen had arrived on the scene and extinguished the blaze. I was impressed by the speed and efficiency with which they operated.
I also felt incredibly sad for the people residing in the house. Although no one was home at the time of the fire, and no injuries were inflicted, it is still a terrifying experience. The look on the face of the young woman arriving on the scene and seeing her smoldering home, was full of shock and heart ache. She informed me that this is the second fire she has encountered in a little over a year.
My heart goes out to her and her companion, and I hope they did not lose anything that they cannot replace, and that their luck takes a turn for the better.