The world has it's own magical ways of conducting through life. Mother nature follows.. I moved to a tiny town, Sierra Vista, a year and 3 days ago. I did NOT want to come. But as these fires hit us, I am beginning to realize that this place is my home and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Devastation rises with all of the families and friends around me who have lost everything, or are going to be losing everything. A family, close to my dad's heart, was evacuated a few days ago. They woke up to another day in a hotel, not realizing that pretty soon they would lose everything.. Packing only three outfits, thinking they'd be going home soon, they get a notice that the fire had taken their house today. Not only their house, but their animals, their photos, their memories, and their sanity. How can I not be so very grateful for everything that I have after hearing this? How can any one person be so selfish after seeing or hearing of this? It's just not fair.. It's not right. I thank God for all that I have.
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