Megan and I were watching TV this evening, as usual, when a firetruck screamed up our street.
Out street doesn't really go anywhere- if an emergency vehicle is on our road it's because there's a problem on our road.
It turned out a few houses up on the opposite side of the road was on fire. We went out to have a look and see if there was any help we could offer, and by the time we got there an ambulance and several fire trucks were on site, but I couldn't pull my eyes off the flames reaching high into the sky.
I don't know the people who lived in that house, but I know the people on either side, and across the street. I have seen the people that live there but never talked to them. Not that there was anything wrong with them, or any reason not to talk to them, I just never have.
All of the people got out safely, and they had multiple animals. One cat was unaccounted for, and our fingers are crossed that it turns up.
We spoke to many of our neighbors- we are in a quiet little neighborhood, in the heart of the city, but very enclosed and it often feels more like a small town. It was nice to see everyone, even if it wasn't under the best circumstances.
I met a few more neighbors that I didn't already know, and I saw some that I haven't seen in a while
I was also happy to see how quickly the fire department responded- while I feel somewhat selfish for thinking this, I feel more comfortable with how fast they got here. The fire station isn't far, but this is an old neighborhood and fire has no mercy.
We are a bit shaken, but everyone appears to be safe, and that's what matters.
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