"A Girl Named David":. Oh the Irony....😏
In late September 1970 I survived a house fire. It was before my eighth birthday. Initially, my brother who was age nine, my father and my mother forgot about me. I had been in a deep sleep from two injuries and an allergic reaction I'd had from a medicine for one of the injuries. I was dead to the world for four hours. I woke up stairs to smoked filled rooms I was groggy from the drug I was given after school.
As I got to the top of the thirteen stairs that lead to our kitchen that was on fire, I heard a commotion. Standing at the top of the staircase I realized as I had trouble breathing and I couldn't see a thing. It was what seemed a white smokey film. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Moooom!!!!!" I took three steps down unable to see, then a hand pulled me onto my butt and dragged me down to the bottom of the stairs . I knew to stay on the ground. My Mom let me go, I crawled as I heard her tell to me orders of what to do and where to go with my brother. My brother was losing it.
As the two of us got out of our home our parents remained in the kitchen fighting the fire in our rented barn house. I knew then to pray, yet I also knew death could ensue. My mom always told us to take care of one another and that my brother carried the name . So, I knew to be true to our mother's orders.
I pulled at my crying self-centered older brother, and reminded him that our mother knew what she was doing. He followed my demand. In the end our parents saved our home, we lost our kitchen cabinets, refrigerator and most of our food. Yet, my brother and I were on time for school the next morning with barely any sleep. My voice and throat felt scorched for a few days, yet we were all alive still and still had a roof over our heads.
The thing I remember probably the most ironically, was as the firefighters allowed us to go back into our home at about midnight, fans blasting upstairs just outside the bedroom my brother and I shared. Music playing on our record player. The song was "Puff the Magic Dragon" by Peter, Paul and Mary.---Jody-Lynn Reicher
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In late September 1970 I survived a house fire. It was before my eighth birthday. Initially, my brother who was age nine, my father and my mother forgot about me. I had been in a deep sleep from two injuries and an allergic reaction I'd had from a medicine for one of the injuries. I was dead to the world for four hours. I woke up stairs to smoked filled rooms I was groggy from the drug I was given after school.
As I got to the top of the thirteen stairs that lead to our kitchen that was on fire, I heard a commotion. Standing at the top of the staircase I realized as I had trouble breathing and I couldn't see a thing. It was what seemed a white smokey film. I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Moooom!!!!!" I took three steps down unable to see, then a hand pulled me onto my butt and dragged me down to the bottom of the stairs . I knew to stay on the ground. My Mom let me go, I crawled as I heard her tell to me orders of what to do and where to go with my brother. My brother was losing it.
As the two of us got out of our home our parents remained in the kitchen fighting the fire in our rented barn house. I knew then to pray, yet I also knew death could ensue. My mom always told us to take care of one another and that my brother carried the name . So, I knew to be true to our mother's orders.
I pulled at my crying self-centered older brother, and reminded him that our mother knew what she was doing. He followed my demand. In the end our parents saved our home, we lost our kitchen cabinets, refrigerator and most of our food. Yet, my brother and I were on time for school the next morning with barely any sleep. My voice and throat felt scorched for a few days, yet we were all alive still and still had a roof over our heads.
The thing I remember probably the most ironically, was as the firefighters allowed us to go back into our home at about midnight, fans blasting upstairs just outside the bedroom my brother and I shared. Music playing on our record player. The song was "Puff the Magic Dragon" by Peter, Paul and Mary.---Jody-Lynn Reicher
https://www.amazon.com/Jody-Lynn-Reicher/e/B00R3VUZ18/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_10?qid=1418802234&sr=1-10
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