Sunday, January 31, 2010
Four Alarm Fire
The alarms. The alarms that start it all, hearing that means danger. Peoples lives are at stake. The buildings crumbling, walls are tumbling. The alarm meant saving, and serving to protect. I was willing to risk my life, if it meant saving others. It gave me a sense of dignity, a chance to be a hero. But there were those times when I wasn't able to be that hero. I wasn't able to save those lives that I so desperately needed to. Thinking back to September 4th, when that alarm was for my own. The ones that were closest to my heart, the people and things that I cared about more than anything in this world. They say that time heals all wounds, but time comes back to you. This picture brought me back, back to the wounds that not even time could heal.
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Ron my friend.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredible. I felt as if I was actually in this story. I was able to visualize the entire thing and apply it to myself. Very well written.
Dale.
Mr. Burgundy,
ReplyDeleteI like how you interpreted the picture. It seems like this story could be in a movie. But is the fireman in the museum, and the museum is on fire? Or is he just in the museum?
-Dikembe
I really liked how you took the story of the picture and turned it into something he is remembering. Especially the memory, as it bringing back the hurt of loosing his family. It paints a very strong image and emotion for me. This piece was very good! Keep up the good work!
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