House on Fire

I bumped into this interesting story on an internet site called “Afterhours Inspirational Stories”. Here is a short version of the story:

A couple, whom we shall call John and Mary, had a nice home and two lovely children. John had a good job and had just been asked to go on a business trip to another city and would be gone for several days. It was decided that Mary needed an outing and would go along too. They hired a reliable woman to care for the children and made the trip, returning home a little earlier than they had planned.

As they drove into their home town feeling glad to be back, they noticed smoke, and they went off their usual route to see what it was. They found a home in flames. John drove closer and exclaimed: “That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant. He wouldn’t be off work yet, maybe there is something we could do.”
“It has nothing to do with us,” Protested Mary. “Let the firemen handle it. We should better go home.”
But John drove up and stopped and they were both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames. A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming: “The children! Get the children!”

John grabbed her by the shoulder saying, “Get a hold of yourself and tell us where the children are!”
“In the basement,” sobbed the woman, “down the hall and to the left.”
In spite of Mary’s protests John grabbed the water hose and soaked his clothes, put his wet handkerchief on his head and bolted for the basement which was full of smoke and scorching hot. He found the door and grabbed two children, holding one under each arm like the football player he was. As he left he could hear some more whimpering. He delivered the two badly frightened and nearly suffocated children into waiting arms and filled his lungs with fresh air and started back asking how many more children were down there.
They told him two more and Mary grabbed his arm and screamed, “John! Don’t go back! That house will cave in any second!” But he shook her off and went back by feeling his way down the smoke filled hallway and into the room.

It seemed an eternity before he found both children and started back. They were all three coughing and he stooped low to get what available air he could. As he stumbled up the endless steps the thought went through his mind that there was something strangely familiar about the little bodies clinging to him, and at last when they came out into the sunlight and fresh air, he found that he had just rescued his own children.
The baby-sitter had left them at this home while she did some shopping.
(From the internet site “Afterhours Inspirational Stories” – Author unknown)

And I pondered what was in the story that caught my attention? Many will say that it is not a coincident and it was the hand of fate that directed the parents to the burning house. If so, why was Marry trying to prevent him? Many will say that the hand of fate directed him to persist despite the obstacles. Maybe, I’m not sure.
I prefer to see it as an interesting reminder to perform human acts of kindness. Somehow, and sometimes in an unexpected way, it will always pay you back … like in this story…

Fireworks (62)
Shuka, from Olando, Florida
Thursday, August 26, 2010

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