20 years ago my home was demolished by fire.
I remember the feeling and the events as if it was yesterday. Standing in the kitchen prepping things to assist my sister Anel C John with the cooking. There was a strong smell of smoke but I did not pay close attention because we were doing some back to school cleaning and burning old books and clothing.
But that gut feeling kept nagging at me, so I decided to investigate. To my horror there was no fire outside and the smoke scent was getting stronger. Ran through the house only to discover the smoke was coming from one of the bedrooms. To this day I am not sure what came over me but I remember getting my brother out of the room next room; then I went straight to the breaker and turning it off. By that time my older brother Alwyn John joined me and we took the cylinders of gas and threw them outside. we ran to the back of the house to get the hose but there was not water in the pipe. Anel C John starting bawling and that drew the neighbors' attention.
Before long we were all standing by the roadside watching out home go up in the most horrible black smoke I have ever seen or smelt.
What I remember the most was the way our neighbors came together on that day. I remember the hopelessness I felt knowing that there was nothing more that I could have done. I remember seeing my father cry for the first time in my life while he was sharing the news with mommy Catherine John who was in the USA when it happened. I stood there just looking on in disgust when the fire truck came with no water in the tank and asking stupid question "is the house insured" .... Miss Ann John one of my other mom was in tears, where we were standing she could not tell that we were all safe, she started calling out our names, screaming Lord please no!
It was a horrible day but I remember still feeling loved and protected. The entire neighborhood came together and ensured that we were all okay and had a place to stay and clothing to put on our backs. I used to be very materialist and that was one of my first major lessons. More so, that occurrence solidify what my father tried to teach me....facebook.com/iamgrenadian for full story