Archive for September, 2017

 

Young Eyes, Raging Fire, Sad Night

On one Christmas night when I was 5 years old living it Bakersfield, CA turned into a very sad and life time memory that is still in my memory very vividly. During the evening everything was normal. The stockings were hung up, the cookies for Santa were out for his midnight dash through my house. I was told to go to bed and as a good boy on a Christmas Eve normally does, I went straight there without complaint. Sometime later my parents went to bed too.

Sometime during the night I was wakened to the lights and sirens of firetrucks rushing by my house. Being my bedroom window faced the street those lights flashing into my room were bright. I got up and looked outside to see a fire-hose ran down the center of my street towards the top of the street. There was an eerie red glow of the firetrucks, maybe 3 or 4 of them. But the yellowish red glow of the fire across the street and over a house was brighter than the firetrucks’ lights.  Looking further up the street I could see the flames jumping over the top of the house next to the now fully engulfed family home. I watched as the firemen tried in vain to put the fire out.

By now my whole family were up and in the living room. I rushed in there also. We sat there in awe at what we were watching. Even at my tender age I knew this was a very horrible event. I don’t remember of any of us really talking but I could see the concern written all over my parents’ faces and my two older sisters. There was nothing that the firemen could do but protect the houses next door to the burning home.

The next morning the normal excitement of Christmas morning wasn’t there, even for the very young little boy who I was. We all kept looking outside the window just looking at the debris that the fire had left. There was a travel trailer out front that the night before held some family members that were visiting the family of the burned out house for Christmas. Then my father learned that the fire took the lives of 3 people, grandparents and a small boy of 3 years of age. This family didn’t just loss their home, but their grandparents and a baby boy.

Later during the weeks that pasted it was learned, or maybe rumored that the fire was started by a lite cigarette that someone dropped while they slept on the couch. The little boy was sleeping inside the house  with his grandmother while the grandfather was out in the travel trailer. When the fire was finally detected the everyone got out except for the grandmother and the little boy. That was when the grandfather ran in to save his wife, or as I remember hearing then he ran back in to die with his beloved wife. I truly wish I knew what was true here or not about him running in, but I don’t.

This night has forever stayed with me. It has made me truly know what my family are to me. That they can be here today and gone tomorrow and that we MUST make sure to always show them how much they mean to us. It has given me the most respect to the fire-personal and police the honor they deserve. On that night they ran to this home and fought with their all for people they didn’t even know. They did this on a night that I’m sure most would have much rather been in bed with their own families than to witness the deaths of these 3 family members.

Years later I was on a website discussing life events that changed the members of the board. I explained the details as I did here and found that one of the other board members remembered the horrible event. It was a man that at the time was a father of a little boy that lived in Taft, CA. While I was witness to this horrible fire and somber Christmas morning, had to learn that his little boy’s best friend had just died in that fire. He told me how his wife and him had the hardest time to tell his son that his friend would never return home. He said it told them a few days to have the courage to explain to his son what happened.

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September 11, A day that should never be forgotten.

I was on my way to work when the planes hit. I heard the radio news break that the first plane hit. Entered a dead zone for the radio and when the radio came back on the DJ sounded very quite and in disbelief. Then he said that a second plane had hit the second tower during the time I was in the dead zone… My first thought was, “WTH! is going on!” and my second was, “This can’t be an accident… I think we are being attacked…” At that moment I was thinking about turning around and going straight home. But I completed my way to work. Once there, the base (Edwards AFB) went into DefCon Delta and locked down the doors. No one in or out of any building. We were told that at one point that due to the heavy traffic of getting planes out of the air that some commercial plane may have to land on the base. The next 8 hours were torture. No work was really done because everyone was glued to the TV’s or webcast reports. My ex asked me if she should keep the kids home or send them to school, I said they didn’t need to see this and unless the schools closed it would be better to send them…

Thank you teachers for working that day, I can only imagine how hard it was to know what was going on and still keeping the kids…

When the base allowed us to leave, we weren’t sure if we would be allowed back to work the next day or what to expect as we left. Driving by the runways we saw 4 F-15′s at each end ready to launch.

Will I forget that day? Nope, that day is forever engraved into my memory… All those lost lives, the families’ that lost loved ones, those that fought back, and those that were just questioning why they lived when their friends and family members died… No, that horrible day will stay with me until I no longer breath…

Thank you my Brothers and Sisters in the Armed Forces for taking up the call. God Bless America…

#neverforget

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Prayers to the hurricane and earthquake victims

My heart and prayers go out to the people in areas affected by the hurricanes and the earthquake in Mexico. May God bring comfort and healing to those affected. May he guide those that are in the path of Irma to find safety and those that have been hit by Irma and Harvey will find peace and comfort. May God guide the first responders to find and rescue the victims of each hurricane and the earthquake. May God calm the seas and ease the quaking of the earth.

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Coming back…

So after about 2 years or so I believe I know where I want to take my blog….

My idea is that I will not do the same stuff I did in the past and focus just on politics, news or other such topics. I will cover them from time to time as the moment moves me, probably regretting it each time because of my locate and rather conservative views. Mind you I say conservative and not GOP, Trump or other false conservative views. If you don’t understand the difference you are either a die hard GOP follower or a died hard liberal and such a statement won’t make sense to you.

So what exactly I’m I planing on posting to my blog… Well…. I am going to simply blog what I feel like. A Christian conservative that wants to share his thought on different topics, issues and most importantly his Christian values. I know there will be some that will disagree with me because of my beliefs or political views, but I hope that we can all just have politic conversations as mature people with different views. Some of my post will sometimes be just simple memories from my past, you know childhood, long lost relatives, and other relational stories.

The only thing that I wish was different starting my blog again… Well I wish the news wasn’t so painful to see today.. The hurricane that ripped Texas apart, the fear of the new hurricane threatening to rip Florida apart in the next few days, and the wildfires that the news is barely covering in Montana, Washington, Idaho, and Oregon. These are such horrible tragedies for our fellow Americans to endure. Then the news of Trump removing DACA which affects many young men and women. I’m not for the illegal immigration of people because it is a crime, but many of these young people affected by this were not even old enough to wipe their own butts when their parents broke the law entering the country. Something does need to happen, but not what Obama did by turning a blind eye and not what it seems that Trump wants to do and start to enforce removal of kids that really were innocent victims of circumstance…

So you can kind of see what I will be doing with the blog as time goes on… So lets just see where this all takes us…

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