I truly despise thinking about the future sometimes. I wonder to myself why do I have to be graduating into this horrible economy? When, if ever, will things start getting better or at least back to normal? I have so many questions, yet I try to tell myself it is ultimately pointless to debate over it.
My dream now is to go to graduate school at The University of Alabama, but I know deep down this will probably not happen. I hate getting my hopes up about things and being let down, so perhaps I tend to be more pessimistic about certain things. Yet with Alabama only accepting 20-25 people, how could I possibly be 1 out of who knows how many to make it in?So if I don't attend graduate school, I must now put that in the back of my mind and look to finding a job. I don't think I can even get started on this depressing topic, so I won't bore you. All I know is I am going to be seeing a lot more of Alabama's Career Center in my near future.
To me, thinking about the future is like I stated earlier, ultimately pointless. Two years ago, I thought I had my entire summer planned out. I would be home in Atlanta for a couple weeks, work at Paper Affair, and then go off to spend three months with my father and his advertising agency. Yet, Memorial Day Weekend changed everything in my life --- everything. My mother and her fiance, John, who was basically my step-dad (they had been together for 11 years) were at home asleep, while I was out of town at the lake with my boyfriend. They awoke to the sounds of our dogs barking like crazy. When they went to go check on them, the touch of the door knob told them everything they needed to know. Our house was on fire. Even as I sit here and type, tears are running down my face. I'm not sure if I'll ever quite be able to think about it without getting a lump in my throat, but maybe one day.
The first likely move to make when you realize your house is on fire is to turn the faucet on, get a damp towel, put it over your mouth, and get out. Sadly, the fire had taken out our water system, so this was impossible. My mother has told me this story so many times, I feel as if I was there. Her and John finally opened the door to their bedroom (because their windows were too high to jump from) and were overtaken with smoke immediately. Not being able to breath in oxygen takes its toll extremely quickly. You can't see. You can't breath. You can't do anything but try to get out.
You've thought of or played the game before of where you think of what one item you would take if your house was on fire. Well, most people don't have that luxury. It was enough to get out alive, but the worst part of everything was that only my mother survived. The minute her and John opened their bedroom door, they could not see anything. Struggling, my mother went halfway down the hallway to my bathroom and went out my bathroom window with glass dug into her entire body. She tells everyone she swears she saw John and heard him tell her to go and that he was right behind her, but they found his body all the way down the hallway in my sister's room.
We'll never know why it happened. Any of it. Why did my house burn down, and how could John not have gotten out? I haven't even told you yet that the firefighters arrived and tried to help us, yet that we lost the life of Felix Roberts as well.
I never thought any part of my life would be available to be read by anyone in the newspaper, but there it was. They couldn't even get the spelling of my mother's name right (it's Mardi). I couldn't believe the event that changed my entire life was fix perfectly into a one-page story in the paper. Yet, I read it from time to time just to never forget.
The newspaper article is not the point though.
An electrical fire had taken almost everything away from my mother and me. I was home for the summer, so I lost everything I owned that I didn't have with my at the lake. My mother had been a pack-rat her entire life; saving everything from our baby teeth to her wedding dress.
I hope I'm not depressing anyone (that is, if you have even been able to read all of this), but my goal is to get the story out there so people can take a new look on life. I know it changed my life, but not in a bad, terrible way because I know that's not what John would have wanted. He always taught me to look at different sides to a story. So I have learned that possessions are material items that we don't need. Our loved ones are the most important things in our lives and that's how it should be.
I admire and cherish my mother everyday. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't made it out. To finish the story, my mother climbed through our downstairs window and saved our dog, Eddie and her brother's dog, Lucy, who basically saved my mothers live as well. It's a sad, true tale, but it also has taught me that you can't plan for the future and that you need to be thankful for everyone that is in your life now. I never did make it to Orlando that summer to work with my dad, but all I wanted to do was spend time with my mom anyway. I hope this can teach you, if anything, to not sweat the small stuff and to love unconditionally.
If there's anything I have left out, feel free to make a comment and I'll clear it up.
Peace & Love,
Allison