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10-17-2008, 09:32 AM
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I've had a small duffel bag in the trunk of my car for several years now. It has 1 t-shirt, 1 sweater, 1 pair of socks, 2 pairs of boxers, a ratty pair of sneakers, a light stick, a water purifyier straw and $200 cash. It's the "shit just hit the fan" bag. So I'm ready for the day I have to go on the lam.
I'd get the kids out of the house, grab my wallet, passport, blackberry and computer tower and be out of there.
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I joke about beer all the time here....its part of my persona. But let me tell you about the time
that beer...saved my family. It was about 18 years ago...a warm august Sunday night at about 11:00 pm. Normally on a Sunday night at this time I probably would have fallen asleep on the couch in the basement watching a movie. But this Sunday night a friend of mine stopped by for a few "cold ones". At the time I only had three kids and my oldest was away staying at a friend's house. My other two [ages 8 & 6 ] were asleep in their room. My friend, my wife and myself were sitting on the back porch discussing world peace or some other hot topic [ most likely something like "If the professor could make a radio out of a coconut...why couldn't he get them off the damn island ] when my son came down from his room complaining about his foot and his face was covered in ...something black...it took but a second to figure out what was going on [ his foot had a burn on it ]and I bolted up the stairs for my daughter.She was not in her bed...WTF..the room was filling up with smoke and by the time I spun around to look for her...the whole second floor was engulfed in black smoke. I felt my way around until I got to me and my wife's room..calling my daughters name [ shit...I'm getting goosebumps as I type this...something you NEVER forget] I couldn't see jack shit and it was getting hard to breathe. I frantically reached and grabbed for ANYTHING in the dark when I felt her little hand......I grabbed on for dear life and made my way downstairs and out the door. The firemen were there in minutes and extinguished the flames. This whole episode only lasted a few minutes but it seemed like forever. We all went to the hospital to get checked out [ first and hopefully last time in an ambulance for me ] The second floor of my house had to be refurbished...mostly from smoke damage. They say to get down close to the floor in a fire and this is indeed the truth. The walls on the second floor were as black as pitch down to about six inches from the floor. So this is my story... its 100% true...BEER SAVED MY FAMILY Last edited by newb; 10-17-2008 at 09:44 AM.
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