My hero

Last Saturday morning, Shane was headed to work. We had gotten in late the night before from my brother's graduation and were missing the family reunion that morning because of Shane's schedule. As he turned the corner a couple blocks from our house, he glanced to the side and noticed that this house appeared to have smoke coming out of the garage. (At this time, the smoke wasn't nearly as thick as it is in the picture.) He immediately stopped, along with another lady that was driving by at the same time. Shane told her to call 911 as he ran to the door and started banging. After some frantic banging, a very tired looking, college-aged kid came to the door and had no idea that his house was on fire. He ran back in and grabbed his clothes and the dog and headed back to the front of the house.

Meanwhile, Shane and the other lady, started waking up the neighbors that were on either side. Everyone was still asleep. The cars parked behind the house were completely destroyed. Shane and the kid were trying to move them, but the fire was too hot and the tires started popping.

Everyone was able to get out of their houses safely and the firemen were quickly on the scene.

The garage of the house and the story above it were completely destroyed. They had a lot of smoke damage to the rest of the house as well. It was a very shaky feeling to watch this house in our neighborhood burn. I was very thankful that Shane was where he was supposed to be, at the right time and was able to help keep our neighbors safe!