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Still a little shaken although better now that I learned no one died in the fire.
I had just left my tractor barn after picking up a little electric hammer for a job I needed to do.
As a got about two blocks away, I noticed low thick smoke through the trees... we are having strange weather right now, Blue Angels in town and had to cancel practice because of huge intermittent showers and lightning.
So I pull closer to the home and see an old women frantic in the driveway saying my house is burning and yelling for her husband... she had gone out for groceries and last night was the first cold night of the season... so lots of folks were heating for the first time.
The 1700 square foot ranch home had thick brown smoke oozing from every crack and encircling the eves... home had a tile roof...
I call 911 and try to back my truck and trailer out so responders have room.... 911 call took awhile because it goes to Highway Patrol first and then transfers where you have to repeat all the info...
In the heat of the moment, I approached to go in... yet the smoke really started billowing out.
I told her fire is on the way and an ambulance... I go out to the road and direct the responders and help with the fire lines/traffic all the while feeling bad for thinking what if the old guy is laying there and a minute might save his life...
The rain is intense and one of the firefighters went in and was injured... turns out, no one was home because her elderly husband was picked up be a friend.
It's a haunting feeling when you are the only one that can act and have to make a split second decision...
Home is a total loss... battalion captain thanked me for my help and said it was fortunate I happened to come by.
I had just left my tractor barn after picking up a little electric hammer for a job I needed to do.
As a got about two blocks away, I noticed low thick smoke through the trees... we are having strange weather right now, Blue Angels in town and had to cancel practice because of huge intermittent showers and lightning.
So I pull closer to the home and see an old women frantic in the driveway saying my house is burning and yelling for her husband... she had gone out for groceries and last night was the first cold night of the season... so lots of folks were heating for the first time.
The 1700 square foot ranch home had thick brown smoke oozing from every crack and encircling the eves... home had a tile roof...
I call 911 and try to back my truck and trailer out so responders have room.... 911 call took awhile because it goes to Highway Patrol first and then transfers where you have to repeat all the info...
In the heat of the moment, I approached to go in... yet the smoke really started billowing out.
I told her fire is on the way and an ambulance... I go out to the road and direct the responders and help with the fire lines/traffic all the while feeling bad for thinking what if the old guy is laying there and a minute might save his life...
The rain is intense and one of the firefighters went in and was injured... turns out, no one was home because her elderly husband was picked up be a friend.
It's a haunting feeling when you are the only one that can act and have to make a split second decision...
Home is a total loss... battalion captain thanked me for my help and said it was fortunate I happened to come by.