Yep.. OOOOH FIRE. (Or fire alarm.) I am sitting in my unergonomic, unsafe chair and about 10 am, the fire alarm goes off at work over my head. I am the only one in the building and all I can think of is that I have set the building on fire with the coffee pot in the break room. I grab my purse and my phone and head downstairs (peaking first at the coffee pot).
I am standing outside the building and I realize, I have no idea who to call. I know the alarm has triggered the fire department. I am standing in the parking lot, looking at the building, looking for flames and the police chief drives up. He checks in with the Fire Department while I am trying to find Bob (because his name is on the building). Pretty soon afterwards, the fire truck comes and then a few minutes later, my favorite best maintenance man ever, Larry. Lots of looking, no fire, really awesome firemen, and really awesome everybody.
When I first walked out of the building, I can not describe what it felt like to look at that building, and have no idea who to call. In my mind, I saw the company that I have worked for almost 22 years go up in smoke.
I think of times when events in my life have been both the fire alarm and the fire. And I called God. I called God when they found the lung nodule last year. I called God when Mom was sick. I called God when the Little Grandma died. And he sent the firemen and the friends.
