Last night at 9:30pm, the house was quiet. My son was exhausted and went to bed early, and my boyfriend fell asleep on the couch. It had been a very long day for all of us, but unlike Sleeping Beauty 1 & 2, I knew I would have a hard time falling asleep so I decided to pop a couple Tylenol PM. I drifted off the sleep while reviewing all the things I would need to do in my ARC world today. I ended up not sleeping as sound as I thought I would, but, as it turns out, that was a good thing.
Along about 11pm, I woke to the sound of voices yelling outside my house and thumping on the front door. It took me a moment to realize I was awake, and then I ran to the window, tripping over the fan on my way. When I looked out I saw the glow of flames and smelled the stench of melting siding. The porch was on fire. I tore out of my upstairs bedroom and beat on my son’s door to wake him up. The smoke was just starting to roll in the open upstairs window, and it was difficult to breathe… yet I still barreled down the stairs and ripped open the front door. Three men were beating on the door yelling, “Fire!” I yelled at my boyfriend to wake up and then we all exited the house out the back door. By then, the smoke had saturated the house which finally tripped our smoke detectors.
As I ran to the front of the house, I felt like I was in a dream. Flames were leaping from the bushes and the porch, trying to climb up to the roof. A stranger said to me, “Do you have a hose?” I mumbled… I couldn’t think. My boyfriend responded, “Its around back”. One of the men and my boyfriend ran to get the hose and began extinguishing the flames. I stood silent, just in shock… This isnt supposed to happen to me. Is this really happening?
The police and fire department soon followed and made sure that all the embers were out. The firemen and police started asking me questions, and I honestly can’t remember what I said. I started to feel so overwhelmed. I wanted to just yell at them and say, “You are very nice, but I am freaking out right now! I am in my pajamas and I am cold and I took two Tylenol PM like an hour ago! Don’t expect me to be smart!” But before I could open my mouth, I saw the three men. One donned a fedora, another rocked out piercings and a dew rag and the other just looked like a teddy bear.
These three were driving through central Illinois from Louisiana yesterday. They stopped in Morton for gas, and as they headed back to the interstate, they saw my house and the flames on the porch. So they turned around, scaled my 6 foot fence and started to beat on the door. Those men were my angels, and they didn’t even know it. I hugged them and teared up. I just couldn’t find the words to thank them enough.
The fireman then told me that if the fire had reached the old wood bead board ceiling of the porch that the entire house would have been engulfed. I stood there processing his words… I knew from the positioning of the porch on the house that my son and I wouldn’t have had time to make it downstairs. I then turned to my angels from Louisiana who were starting to make their exit. They all just smiled and waved from the vehicle. The last thing they said to me was, “We are just a bunch of Cajuns that drove up from Louisiana to put out fires in the Midwest. Take Care!” They chuckled as they drove off, and then I realized, I didn’t even get their names.
Not long after, the fireman gave their unofficial report. They thought someone driving by may have flicked a cigarette into the bushes which ultimately caused the porch to catch fire. I am really lucky, and as I think you and I both know, this situation could have been way worse.
My lessons from this…
- Get one of those roll up ladder things to keep upstairs. The what ifs in this situation kept me from sleeping last night, and this exhausted girl needs to sleep
- On the scene of a fire, don’t ask fire clients a million questions. I think I have always been nice and careful, but this experience taught me so much more than I ever could have imagined about what goes through a client’s mind when they see their home on fire.
- Stuff like this CAN happen to me. I can’t even believe I was so silly to think that phrase, but I did. And be honest, you probably would too in that position. We always think someone else will have a fire or experience a disaster, but the truth is that we never know what is coming down the road for us.
So as Preparedness Month comes to a close, make sure that you actually did something to prepare yourself and your family for a disaster, and know that the Red Cross doesn’t talk preparedness so that you can buy a kit from us or be just another community disaster education number on a spreadsheet. We preach it because we know that the unthinkable can and will happen without warning to anyone, even a Red Crosser like me.
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