Blessed are the night owls
Friday October 13th 2017, 10:47 pm
Filed under: Friends,Life

So, the annual women’s dinner at the church tonight: nobody knew, when we scheduled it, that it was going to be a week when we could all particularly use each other’s good company and the time to just talk mid-week and decompress a bit together.

Someone at my table asked another, How’s your daughter? Was she okay…? (And I thought, ohmygosh, I forgot she lives up there!)

And the response was, Her cousin called her in the night and insisted she had to evacuate. Now.

Why? (Looking out the window.) There’s nothing anywhere near us. Everything’s fine here.

Get out! You have to get out!

He was adamant,¬†so they got ready to go–and opened the door to go to their car and the fire was right there.

They made it out. They don’t yet know if they have anything to come home to but they made it out.


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All is told in “they made it out” and unfortunately so many did not. Everything material can be replaced. Lives cannot. ~chris

Comment by chris 10.14.17 @ 5:50 am

A friend of ours woke up to banging on the door at 1:30 am. The three of them and their cat made it out, and they know there is nothing left.

Comment by Barbara S. 10.14.17 @ 6:52 am



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