Bill was walking Bonnie the dog and came home to find the house on fire. He and ran in pulled his sick wife out of the fire and rushed her to the local hospital. They both suffered burns - he was treated and released and she is in critical condition after being flown by helicopter to a larger hospital in Cleveland.
The house is a total loss and is going to be condemned.
Five different fire departments were called in to assist. Initially, firefighters were told to leave the home because it was hazardous; ammunition and oxygen were inside the home.**Wait, what?
Okay, the danger of oxygen tanks I can understand- in fact, I'm certain I heard an ominous "whoomp!"-type explodey sound before I noticed the fire - but the ammunition? I know I'm no expert, but from what I've heard (& correct me if I'm wrong) ammunition is less dangerous in a fire than a simple can of aerosol hairspray and it's certainly not reason enough to delay search and rescue. But in case of fire, it seems we gunnies might just be on our own.
Anyway, there were also two small bits of good news amidst the heartbreak - Bonnie the dog is fine and I live on a street with other gunowners. (yay! on both counts)
__________________________*they don't live next door to us, so they are not next door neighbors..but seeing how we live in the same neighborhood and the golden rule is "love thy..." it seems a fitting term.
** I got this from a local news story. I'm not going to link it because it gives a few too many details of where I live. I suppose if you're determined, anything can be found on google...but remember, stalking a librarian who is a very good shot is a really stupid thing to do. Just sayin'.