We stood on the standalone porch in the aftermath of a house fire and stared. Twenty kindergarteners from the church across the street. A fireman told us about a five-year-old boy starting the blaze while playing with a lighter in his closet. The house was reduced to a pile of rubble and ashes. You could see an outlet blackened from smoldering on the only standing wall, initially thought to be the culprit.
Still, it seems like yesterday. Working for our local fire department because of that little boy who lost his life. Like us, whose life had barely just begun.
Still, it seems like yesterday. Working for our local fire department because of that little boy who lost his life. Like us, whose life had barely just begun.
