Michael and I woke up to fire trucks pulling into our apartment complex at 3:30 this morning. Funnily enough, my first thoughts were:
“What is going on… omg fire… I hope the missionaries are ok… and Trudy (building manager) omg Trudy… OMG our building! Fire!”
Then I was out of bed, dressed in mostly Michael’s clothes (inside out even) and out the door with Michael to see this:
(3:30am)
It is the building next to ours. Trudy’s apartment and the office are right below that burning window. Everyone got out safely though, a good samaritan driving past called 911. Then he went into the building and got everyone out. (He should get an award.)
At this point sparks were coming towards our building and with how dry it has been, we were worried our building might catch – we were the first in our apartment who woke up. So I went and woke up the neighbors. Michael went back to our apartment and got everything together in case our building caught (cat carrier, file box, laptop, duffel bag.) It did not (thank all the forces that be.) We went back outside and waited with our neighbors until they got the fire completely out and the Red Cross arrived.
(5am)
(7am)
It looks like the two top units are gutted completely and the ones below will have water damage but not too many of the other apartments look damage beyond smoke (yah for big metal doors in the hallways!) We are fine. A couple children were lightly burned, no one else was hurt badly. The cats were a little freaked out but sleeping now. It was Windigo meowing that initially woke me up. My fire alarm kitty.
(PS: Happy Birthday Dad…)`
I’m glad you and yours are okay.
It is a blessing that everyone is ok, it could have been so much worse.