I am a rational person… I believe in science and ever growing knowledge through research, trial & error and a pure need to know the unknown. I have never been one to turn to the paranormal or religion to explain away things I don’t understand..
But there is one thing that I don’t understand.. And I am going to tell you about it right now. You can let me know your opinion good/bad/otherwise in the comments below:
I survived a house fire when I was 16.. 2nd, 3rd & borderline 4th degree burns all over my left leg & some 1st & 2nd on my right leg.
I woke up hearing my brother screaming at me to get up.. I mean screaming the panic in his voice shot me sitting straight up..
When I woke up I was surrounded by blackness & I couldn’t breathe… I looked down at my feet I saw the silhouette of flames around my feet.. Not the bright orange room with flames all around like you see in the movies. I didn’t know what to make of it at first.. until I realized.. it was a fire.. and I was sitting in it
I tore off the blankets, leapt off the bed and ran for the door. I collapsed right by my door and cried out in pain.. that is when my foster mom kicked the door in, grabbed me & dragged me out of the bedroom.
She told me to call 911 and evacuate the house while she tried to put the fire out. So I did.. I hopped downstairs and woke up the other foster kids and told them to get out of the house that it was on fire.
Went back upstairs and called 911 while my foster-siblings not believing me, followed me up the stairs to see what was going on. I told the operator to send a fire truck and they asked if we needed an ambulance and I kept saying “I don’t know if we do, mom they want to know if we meed an ambulance, I don’t know what to say”
She came into the kitchen and asked if my lungs hurt from smoke inhalation at all.. then looked down at my feet and realized that I had more than just smoke inhalation and took the phone out of my hand and told them to send an ambulance.
I stared at her but couldn’t focus on anything.. it was like I was watching her with tunnel vision.. apparently by this time shock was setting in because I was telling her I was alright and saying I just wanted to go back to bed.. I don’t remember that..
I remember being carried by fire fighters
I remember being asked if I knew where I lived.. a lot..
I remember them giving me T3’s when I got to the hospital..
I remember finding out I was allergic to Codeine that night as well when my skull hurt more than my legs did and my chest felt like it was imploding..
I remember being shoved down onto the hospital bed hard and a sharp pain in my thigh.. which I can only come to believe was epinephrine or adrenaline.
And I clearly remember hearing my brother screaming my name to wake me up and get me out of the house.. but the thing is.. he died 3 months earlier..
I would like to think of myself as a rational person.. but I honestly can’t explain why my brothers voice woke me up..
I am glad it did though because the firefighters & doctors said that judging by how bad my burns were.. I must have passed out from smoke inhalation at least once.
Question of the day:
What do you think really happened that night?