Fire

The other day, my parents' car caught on fire. It was completely toast by the time Dad pulled over.

Actually, we know how they feel. In January of 2001, Brock received a call in the middle of the night. When I saw him begin to get dressed, I asked what he was doing. He calmly replied that he was going outside because our truck was on fire.

At the time, we had a box truck with all of our equipment in the back. We arrived in time to see the fire department raising the back door and saying, "I think everything in the back is going to be okay."

The fire began in the engine, so the front part of the truck was literally melted down. It began burning the wall separating the cab from the back when the fire department put it out. It was as if angels were guarding our equipment. The equipment was saved, but everything reeked of smoke for 6 or more months. To this day, some of the cases are still black in the grooves.

It turned out good. We got a better truck...a Freightliner with living quarters in the back. We haven't had any problems with it yet!