Fire Alert

The terror and destruction of a fire is devastating. It really makes a person think when something so tragic, such as a fire, WHY things like that happen. Watching this video you can hear the rush of urgency in the reporters’ voice along with sorrow. A fire can be such a devastating loss to people. Not only can you lose irreplaceable items; pictures, videos, important collections but you can also lose a person due to death from the fire. My mind would wander as the reporter kept informing us on the fire, reminiscing to a few months back where a good friend of mine house burnt down. She lost everything, every little thing that you could ever imagine being in your room, house or car. After that tragic incident I realized that I need to appreciate all I have in life and not take anything for granted.
How are firefighters so brave? I ask myself. While watching this video, I had so many emotions running through my body as it really touches my heart that firefighters risk their lives everyday just to help people. So I was grateful that there were so many rescuers at the scene helping, not thinking how this would affect them. The video also made me appreciate that there actually are decent people in this world who not only care about themselves but the well-being of their community. I am very appreciative of the giving people throughout our communities, especially firefighters and policemen who risk their own lives in the attempt to save others. Although I have never been affected by a fire in my own personal life, I know many people that have. This video has reenacted many unforgettable memories that I have witnessing fires and the tragedy that rolls with it. With my sensitive personality, my heart goes out to all that have lost because of a tramatic fire.

Little League Football

“Hut, hut, HIKE,” shouts the 4’11 little league quarterback. The mini score board flashes on as I’m making my way up to what seems like the never ending bleachers. It’s funny watching the Little League football players trying to take on the humungous Nebraska Wesleyan University football field. As I’m sitting there watching the little midgets push and shove each other around, I’m distracted by the outrageous number of parents who are on there feet screaming and yelling at the referees, coaches and other parents. I hear my name being called, as I glance over I am welcomed by a friendly wave. As I’m trying to make my way over to some familiar faces, my new K-Swiss tennis shoes becomes attached to the biggest, stickiest blob of gum I have ever seen. I catch a glimpse of these little kids giggling from a distance as they watch their little ‘plan in action’.
The Nebraska Wesleyan Football field reminds me of back home, where the intense high school football games took place. The large amounts of people that would attend went out of control to cheer on their teams. The stands were full of intense school spirit, sometimes getting a little out of hand. When the game was close, my heart would always skip a few beats as the quarterback would be running down the field. Half time was my favorite. The crowd would become a little more relaxed, but still with an urgency to see who finishes off the game. Football games can leave lasting memories that have taken place over many years. Some good, bad and unforgettable friday nights. Where the brisk air chills your body, to the hot chocolate being served, and the hundreds of fans shouting creative chants.

As the parents and other youngsters are exiting out the large gates, the stadium has a very different perspective; calm, dirty, and lonely. I can only see the trash that has all been left behind, the scoreboard buzzes and then quickly shuts off, the concession door smacks shut, the place is empty.