What if your house was burning




















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By Maria Popova If your house suddenly caught on fire, what would you grab as you fled out the door? Huntington writes in the introduction: Today, developed countries are consuming more than ever before.

Mom and dads old camera and mom and dads old leather bag. Your smell 1 and your smell 2. The notebook where I draw while you laugh. My iPod to listen to beautiful tunes while thinking in our next home. You might choose the front porch of a neighbor's house or some other nearby spot. It's normal to worry about your pets or a favorite toy, but if there is a fire, you have to leave them behind. The most important thing is that you get out safely.

It's also important to know that you shouldn't stay in the house any longer than you must — not even to call Someone else can make that call from outside. Once you're out, do not go back in for anything — even pets. You can tell the fire rescue people about any pets that were left behind and they may be able to help. If you can't get out fast, because fire or smoke is blocking an escape route, you'll want to yell for help. You can do this from an open window or call if you have a phone with you.

Even if you're scared, never hide under the bed or in a closet. Then, firefighters will have a hard time finding you. Know that firefighters or other adults will be looking for you to help you out safely. The sooner they find you, the sooner you both can get out. If there is a window in the room that is not possible to escape from, open it wide and stand in front of it. If you can grab a piece of clothing or a towel, place it over your mouth to keep from breathing in the smoke.

This works even better if you wet the cloth first. A person's clothes could catch fire during a fire or by accident, like if you step too close to a candle. If this happens, don't run! Instead, stop, drop to the ground, cover your face with your hands, and roll. This will cut off the air and put out the flames. An easy way to remember this is: Stop, Drop, and Roll! A few weeks ago, I had to answer that last question. Something in my apartment building was on fire and I had 3.

Before I tell you exactly what happened, let me just say that no one was hurt. It was around at night and I was by myself in the apartment. He was out for the evening, but the cat was sitting next to my feet, waiting to be fed. As I was washing the dishes, I heard the fire alarm go off in the apartment next door. But then the sound of the alarm split in two. A second alarm started going off, slightly off-sync from the first. An annoying, high-pitched beeping was coming from the hallway now, too.

Curious to see what was happening, I walked to the front door and peered out the peephole. All I could see was a blurry view of my apartment hallway. I went back to washing dishes, thinking it was just a terribly bad batch of burned cookies. But even after a few minutes, the alarms kept sounding. This time I went back to my front door and opened it a crack. Leo was thin, dirty, maimed. Leon was bright, fluffy and fat. Immediately he was loved.

But he never replaced Leo. He became his brother and now resembles him. As time goes on they have become more animated, taken on personalities.

Leo has learnt how to speak, and is teaching his brother. They hate it when Noah is angry and will ask him to calm down. On good days, he holds them tight and apologises for upsetting them. Like the wooden money box, the wonky pot, and the blue bottle, Leo and Leon are nothing.

They are pieces of cloth and plastic eyes. And they are everything. They have become Noah's guardians, his conscience, the ones he loves as he is learning to love himself. They are, if you like, the objects of his soul. And what is true for him, is true for us all. The things we have carry meaning in a way that goes beyond what they are and reaches out to what we are.

They are harbingers of memory, loss and hope.



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