Things are things. They can always be replaced.
If there’s any single event, that has shaped my life, it was the fire that destroyed my childhood home.
Happily, there was no loss of human life – though, we did lose a much beloved family pet.
We were left quite literally with only the clothes on our backs.
Now, at the time, I was a sophomore at Western Kentucky University, and away at school when the fire broke out. Since the fire occurred in the morning, the only one home at the time was my mother, and she was able to safely escape; terribly shaken, but physically unhurt.
My dad called me later that evening to give me the news. I cried, for my pet. And I went home the next day.
Hearing about it over the phone was terrible. Seeing it in person was devastating.
Our house was a complete loss. The fire started in the laundry room, adjacent to my bedroom, and so everything that I had owned, made, or cherished – from earliest…
View original post 152 more words