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Fire Fighter
My son, James, has his first real job. He applied this week with the Harlan Fire Department. Yesterday was his first day of training. Last night Papa John’s caught on fire – not bad apparently because the fire fighters received a free pizza for their help. And this morning – just a little while ago in fact, I heard the sirens and ran out my door just in time to see the big truck driving past my house with my son sitting in the front seat. I am not sure which neighbor’s house is on fire, yet. I feel terrible and am praying that their home and family is okay. I will find out this afternoon whose house it was. Whenever a home burns, I think of how blessed I am. I can’t even imagine losing my home.
UPDATE: I was glad to find out that it was just a forest fire on the mountain and not a neighbor’s home.
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How amazing to see your son go by in a fire engine!
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Congratulations to your son James on a real job – and a great one at that! It must be a little worrisome to you, though, I would imagine.
I know what you mean about feeling blessed when you see a house on fire – blessed that it isn’t your own. Last summer, we had a strange experience…we went out to eat on a Monday evening, and on the way home we had to detour around a particular block because fire fighters were putting out a house fire. Two days later, when we were coming home from church on Wednesday, we saw fire fighters putting out another house fire. Friday evening, again coming home from church, we had to go around yet another house fire. Each one was closer to our house than the last had been. When we came home Sunday evening, I couldn’t help but think how horrible it would be to drive up and find our own house on fire.
That’s one trial I’m not sure how I could cope and am thankful God’s never tested me that way!
Cindy @ Fenced in Family