"I didn't think this kind of thing happened in real life. It only happens on tv."
It wasn't. She and her roommate are physically fine, but the apartment below theirs caught fire this morning, and their kitchen looked pretty gutted from what I could see (standing a hundred feet away peering through the big piece of wall that's not there). Last I saw them they were sitting in the grass waiting for the fire trucks to leave and wondering when they'd be allowed back into their (previously smoke-filled, missing-a-big-piece-of-kitchen, doubtless uninhabitable) apartment.
So this post is just to say:
a)
b) If there is a God, I will be thanking Him every day for Christine's roommate, who woke her up and got her out of the apartment before it completely filled with smoke. Can I get an amen?
