The smoke was thick – so thick, in fact, that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.
Someone was yelling at me … but I could barely hear him. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and my labored breathing. And the sounds of the flames.
The fire was just one room away … I could hear it crackling and popping.
They told me after that the temperatures were in excess of one thousand degrees. But I couldn’t process the heat. All I could think about was staying alive.
I was desperately feeling around for an exit. I was blind. I wanted OUT.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I heard him.
“You can’t leave yet. There’s a person on the floor. We need to get them out of here.”
Still blind, I felt the floor to my right. That was definitely a foot.
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I thought that firemen would be all over this post.
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