Fire in the hole

A lot of my friends and family know that a family in my neighborhood had a house fire Monday night. OK, technically it was eeeeaaarly Tuesday morning.  But I hadn’t slept yet, so it was still Monday.

We are friends with this family. We go to the same church, our kids are friends, and we see each other sometimes at community events. We know each other well enough to trust each other with our kids, so naturally they knocked on our door at 1:00 in their pajamas. (Don’t your friends do that?) Little brother was actually wearing just his Spiderman undies, carrying his blanket. The kids ended up spending the night with us, and I was glad to do it. This family didn’t know what condition their home would be in, the least I could do was take in the kids. Fortunately the damage was minimal and should be repairable.

Growing up my biggest fear was a house fire. Maybe because of the stupid movies they always played during fire prevention week. Apparently they were designed to scare you into making an escape plan and other preparations. This was before too many people had smoke detectors. Monday was the closest I have actually come to a house fire, and it was close enough. Even after taking a shower and changing clothes, I still smelled like smoke on Tuesday. It’s no surprise the firefighters told my friend that simply washing their clothes wouldn’t get out the smell.

When you are in crisis mode, most people don’t do a lot of deep philosophical meditation, so it wasn’t until Tuesday that I stopped to think about how God laid things in place well before Monday. My kids are teenagers, but we happened to have a pint-sized tshirt in our “give away” area so Little Brother had something besides Spidey to wear. Not that it bothered him. We had considered moving over the summer, but didn’t. This meant we were close enough that mom didn’t have to worry about the kids. My son and I were both having trouble going to sleep, so we heard the knock on the door. My kids only attend school in the afternoons, so getting to bed a 3 am wasn’t a big problem. Our kids all knew each other, so Little Brother hardly knew anything was wrong. A few more examples came to mind, but my memory has a slow leak, so they are long gone.

I asked my friend what they need, and she didn’t know yet. I’ve been there, and it seems like I always think of something a half hour later. Fortunately she has lots of people willing and eager to help when she figures it out. And me? I’m thankful nobody was hurt and the damage wasn’t worse. And that most of the 2-3 dozen firemen were standing around with nothing to do.

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