A Memory Of A Cold Day In January

            On my oldest sister’s wedding day, one of the groomsmen begins to share one of his firefighter stories with the audience. As he was sharing his story, the story brought me back to an incident when I was young girl. This particular day happened in January 2001, a day my family never forgets.

           Driving from home having a cast removed, I remembered my mom got a call from my dad telling her something happened to the house. My dad told my mom that my oldest sister set fire in the kitchen by accident. My sister was trying to create wax candles and left the wax too long on the stove, a fire broke out! Of course, my parents were a bit upset but thankful that nobody was hurt.

           Walking around the water slogged floor, I could see and smell the damage from the fire. I noticed the fire completely destroyed the kitchen and it spread to the dining room. Fortunately, my parents were able to get the kitchen and other damages fixed. I remembered my mom asked my dad to renovate the kitchen and add wooden floors since my mom wanted them for a long time. My dad granted her wishes with a smile.

            Years later, my sister met and fell in love with a firefighter/emergency medical technician much to my family’s amusement. Back to the groomsman’s story, to my sister’s surprise and horror and the audience’s laughter, he revealed that he was one of firefighters that help save our home that cold January day. My family especially my sister is now able to laugh and remember the fire as a fond memory that my family shares together.

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We are able to see the positive comes out of the negative.