She’d gone to bed early with her two young daughters all three of them tucked in and cozy. They lived in an old home that became very very cold in the winter. It was a terribly cold night in February. She just happened to wake up to hear an odd sound and saw an orange glow coming from the side of the bed, she lifted her head only to see flames shooting out of the electrical outlet. She only had time to yell her husband’s name and started to grab her sleeping children from their sleep. The flames quickly engulfed the top of the bed with the flames spreading so quickly that her oldest daughter was scooped up by her father just as the flames were singeing her beautiful blonde locks. She had never seen fire move so quickly it had totally taken over the bed the three had been in within seconds.
They had no time to think as they ran down the stairs and out into the frigid night air. They’d called their dogs to the safety of the now warming vehicle , the fire department had been called and had arrived just minutes later but had felt like hours.
They sat on the side of the road watching helplessly from their vehicle, as the firefighters try in vain to put the fire out and save their home.
They lost almost everything that night, except each other and the love of their family , friends and community all of whom gathered up donations of money, clothing, toiletries and books and toys for the girls along with much-needed emotional support.
There had been three volunteer Fire Departments dispatched that night, the firefighters care, concern and professionalism went beyond trying to save the family’s home, for all they did that night and the days to come she would be forever grateful.
Angies Grapevine 