POP POP POP, the loud noise that woke me early one morning. As I came out of a deep extra cold winter sleep I soon realized that life as this family knew would change. Flying into the air as if there was a force from the bed that made us rise to realize that a fire was smoldering upstairs, just feet from our sleeping bodies. Days and even hours before this horrific experience I was a different person. I was a women that was just trying to make it through life, trying to suede the like from a mother. I was Michelle a women, a daughter, granddaughter, sister, a niece, and a student.
Coming from a deep winter slumber, as if I were a bear in hibernation, all I hear are popping noises and screams. When I raise out of bed, grab my classes and look out the door the entire house is filled with smoke. I immediately jump out of bed and grab my snow boots and purse, not knowing what events were coming my way that day, I run out the door to safety where I hear more screams and cries. I look up in horror, not entirely sure what is happening and why. Clenched drastically to a woman that I barely knew, better yet just met. Our men running into the flames and there it was, silence. Some say that silence always means OK but sure not in this situation. Scared shitless, being in an entirely different state, and without my family there was only one thing that I could do, pray.
As smoke fills the house people are sleeping away the frigid air, staying warm. Unfortunately not knowing what is happening above them. All of a sudden POP POP POP! Jumping out of bed as if someone had spilled ice cold water all over our bodies, we rise to see a tragedy. We stand screaming and looking around to try to find coats, hats and snow boots, the house burns. Trying to gather my bearings, my mind is blank, all I can figure is to get a coat and get outside. I stand outside in complete amazement, how can this be happening to me and why is this happening? Terrified that my vacation is going to end in a far worse tragedy but is there anything worse then watching a house burn? I stood in silence, not saying anything to anyone and not saying anything to myself. I am hopeless and I am lost.
During a time of personal loathing there were some very impersonal things going on around me. When standing in panic trying to catch my personal bearings there were two heroes trying to what they can. After finally reaching the freezing outdoors I saw them throwing themselves into the flames, risking their lives to help two others that are unable to free themselves. They were breaking out windows, not knowing that was only adding fuel to the fire, screaming and yelling for the other to make sure they were alright. Finally, coming down the hill was a woman who was trapped in the flames, relief. Next came the two heroes with disappointment in their eyes. All of a sudden panic comes over me,”Oh my God there is still someone in the house.” It turns out the person that was still trapped was “Grandpa.” He had passed out from all the smoke and burned head to toe from fire and high heated smoke. There was no way to get him out; he was over 350 pounds and “dead weight.” Unfortunately he was gone, what a tragic way to leave.
Although there was a tragic accident going on around me I could help but watch in amazement. There were six people (three men, three women) in the house as it began to burn, five made it out alive and that was sheer luck. Once woken by the sounds and smoke of fire two men went darting into the flaming home to see if the two trapped upstairs were alright. The two were breaking out windows trying to get the smoke out of the house and find where the fire was in proportion to the people. They were yelling for each other and yelling for the two trapped. All of a sudden silence hit, not a sound but the crackling of the flaming wooden house. I suddenly see a woman and man running down the hill and cries coming from everywhere. One trapped person was now in safe arms, what a relief. Little did I know that trouble was just uphill and the sense of relief we felt downhill was far from the horror uphill. The last man trapped, 350 pounds, passed out and unable to move. There was no way two men alone could get him out, let alone get him out alive. The look if sheer terror and disappointment on their faces as they walked downhill, after a rescue crew took over, wiped out the sense of relief completely away. The last man trapped died due to smoke inhalation and burns. As tragic as that is I was still in amazement that five out of six survived and two of the men had entered back into the house to save two lives. This is an experience that will forever live in my heart and the hearts of the other survivors.