The Last Phase of the Blaze
Screaming,sweating,tossing,turning,nothing could contain the fire I felt
ablaze within my heart. Noone realizes the vastness of guilt that you feel , being
consumed by something you can't put out. Hopelessness and yes darkness in spite of
the light of the flame. All so real and yet like a nightmare that you blindly
You want to yell, wake me please only to find out you are not dreaming. The
smoke you smell is real. The screams you hear are real. I felt held in place in that
bed.I couldn't move,but I must something is wrong. Not in my room, I saw no light in the
next room,but all the same my gut told me to get up, run as fast as I could
and not to the nearest exit but somewhere within the house.
I am not strong enough to face the flames , not me. Oh God let someone else
answer the cry for help that was growing stronger. Time was passing by to quickly
and every second was one second less someone had to live.Make myself move, throw back
the covers, besides it's not me in danger, so why did I feel like it.The fear was
so strong it smothered me , I needed air to fill my lungs to regain my train of thought.
The dread of what I would find came crushing down on me.I had children in one of the
other rooms. OH God are you with me? Why do I feel so cold when the heat of the flames
drew closer.I am in charge, so charge right in, go to the rescue. The beads of sweat
on my brow as each painful cry I heard slowly made their way to my eyes to join the
tears already there.I am no fire fighter, I am no kind of fighter at all.I always
try to stay out of battles.Now a foe I can't compete with,
flames that tease me, saying ever so softly, we will win.
why am I hesitating, the fear rising within me as fast as the heat is rising in the
That noise, what is that,first there were cries of pain, now moans of desperation,
movement, coming closer. I know fire doesn't take on actual form and come for you.
My mind was working overtime , trying to visualize what to expect when I crossed the
threshold of the next room. The voice that crackeled while moaning was in unison with the
crackling of the fire.That moment, that second, I had to become the fire fighter, the
the rescuer,someone was depending on me.
I scrambled out of bed, my feet hit the floor with no sound,nothing could be
heard now except the pleas for help. Splash, once then again, water , I must have water,
The words were clear. Someone knew they were in danger.
Never in my dreams would I have conjured up the scene that spread before me as I stepped
through that door. Not a dream, a living nightmare. There he stood, engulfed in flames
from the waist to his head. Heat radiated the distance that span before me.Arms
flapping the flames that licked at his waist. I had to do something NOW.But my eyes
caught , I can't believe it, what was he doing? The faucet was on, the water barely at a
dribble.And then I saw it, one hand reached toward the dripping water with no
success of splashing it on the flames that tortured him.
I snapped back to reality, Put HIM OUT, That went over in my
mind.Never a thought to what would come next. I grabbed a towel that laid across
the table and attacked the flames with vengeance. They had become my enemy and I
had to win this battle. I stepped up to fight, determined to stamp out the monster that
was growing as it took over each inch of new flesh.
I might have not started out a fire fighter but I became a fighter of fire that night.
A fighter for a life, I knew as I took out each flame one at a
time that I couldn't stop the pain those had already incurred but I wouldn't let
the fire claim any more flesh. Finally the monster had been muffed out, only after
leaving behind a legacy of pain and destruction. This will be a night I will never forget.
Seeing, feeling, and breifly living the life of a fire fighter and being thankful
that God gave me the courage to become for a second a fighter of fire.
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