Everything was out, we are outside, our things was outside the street. I panic since there are still no fireman around us. The fire was getting worse. I for one prayed and prayed so hard that our house wouldn't be burned by the fire. That's the only thing I can do. After a few minutes fire fighters are rushing to the street we're at. I was thinking "our house will be saved". They are Chinese fireman, they are known to be fast, and can take out fires in a short amount of time. Well I guess I was never wrong with that. About 15-30 minutes the fire was out but not completely. Our house was saved. We still have a place to live in to. I prayed again and thank the Lord.
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| brave men of the fire |
Here's another part you will not be happy about. Some people have the nerve to rob us a midst the fire. There are 5-7 kids around the age of 8-12 years old who are coming towards our stuff. Only few of us are there to check our things because all of the boys are checking what going on with the fire. I'm so pissed at these kids and I cussed them so that they'll go away. Well they went away, however, I'm still checking whether they'll come back again. People these days don't know how to sympathize with the situation. I hope this wouldn't happen to them, so that they wont know the feeling.
I am thankful to God that he was listening to our prayer. He still bless us despite the fact that we don't go to church every Sunday. I don't want to promise his though that i'll be there every Sunday, but at least 2-3 times a month would do.

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