The highly-anticipated move into our new house was approaching in three weeks. I had been anxiously awaiting this moment, for what seemed like forever. My parents decided to begin their life on Larchwood Court, in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, six months before I was born. Now thirteen years later, it was time to move on. Although we were excited, we were immensely sad as well. We became extremely close with multiple neighbors, and had mixed emotions about leaving the helpful bunch. On one Tuesday, in October of 2015, my family found out the true meaning of compassion and friendship. My mom, whom is a strong and independent woman, had just picked me up from field hockey practice, and when heading home we received a phone call. Initially,
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The tone of her voice changed to one that I did not recognize. My neighbor, Ken, was on the other line. I heard the panic in his voice as well, as he frantically yelled on the other end. Luckily, we had just turned into our neighborhood when we received the call, and arrived home only minutes later. The sight was like something out of a movie; there were at least three fire trucks, two police cars, and people everywhere you glanced. We joined the fire chief to discover what happened and to evaluate the damage. They kept questioning us over and over. I got the sense that they thought that one of us was responsible for leaving the bathroom exhaust fan on that day. I was proud of the strength that my mom showed, as she told the fire chief that she was one hundred percent certain that that was not the case. She then walked into the smoked-filled …show more content…
Instead of leaving with unforgettable memories from my childhood home, I came to the conclusion that this situation allowed me to proceed on with life. A feeling of insecurity took control of my emotions. Although, a combustion is never an enjoyable result, beyond any doubt my neighbors and I were able to build a stronger relationship. To this day, our family is extremely appreciative that our neighbors sacrificed themselves, demonstrating an abundance of kindness and devotion. Even though a devastating experience, it developed into a life-learning lesson and made the adaptation to a new household environment a little
The tone of her voice changed to one that I did not recognize. My neighbor, Ken, was on the other line. I heard the panic in his voice as well, as he frantically yelled on the other end. Luckily, we had just turned into our neighborhood when we received the call, and arrived home only minutes later. The sight was like something out of a movie; there were at least three fire trucks, two police cars, and people everywhere you glanced. We joined the fire chief to discover what happened and to evaluate the damage. They kept questioning us over and over. I got the sense that they thought that one of us was responsible for leaving the bathroom exhaust fan on that day. I was proud of the strength that my mom showed, as she told the fire chief that she was one hundred percent certain that that was not the case. She then walked into the smoked-filled …show more content…
Instead of leaving with unforgettable memories from my childhood home, I came to the conclusion that this situation allowed me to proceed on with life. A feeling of insecurity took control of my emotions. Although, a combustion is never an enjoyable result, beyond any doubt my neighbors and I were able to build a stronger relationship. To this day, our family is extremely appreciative that our neighbors sacrificed themselves, demonstrating an abundance of kindness and devotion. Even though a devastating experience, it developed into a life-learning lesson and made the adaptation to a new household environment a little