Right after having so gratefully arrived at this peaceful and tranquil dwelling a year and a half ago, there came a warning. What wonders!
Very soon after moving to my very happy new place a year and a half ago, thanks be to God, that is located closer to Saint Joseph's, there was the following premonition:
There would be a fire while I was in the bathtub.
Every time I took a blissful, and most importantly pain relieving and relaxing hot bath, I wondered if there would be a fire after submerging into the sublime water in the peace and quiet.
THE FIRE WHILE IN THE BATHTUB
Two weeks ago, on a Sunday night, it suddenly happened.
An apartment in the back corner caught fire following an explosion in the garage.
Thanks be to God no one was injured; a neighbor named Joseph revealed that night that he had a dream the week before that the building exploded and we all died.
Everyone living around the uninhabitable unit returned to their apartments after the fire was put out, but residents are suffering the penitential health effects from smoke inhalation.
While watching the firefighters put out the blaze in the company of good neighbors two Sunday nights ago, it was discussed that there would most likely be no or next to no help for us from management and insurance companies, and that we would have to help ourselves and one another, and that has indeed proven to be the case as it so often is in our time.
Who knows what ignited, and what we all have been inhaling. The truth has not for the residents been forthcoming.
Thanks be to God the air filtering unit I ordered to help myself has arrived and is now improving the air quality.
The complex should have had them in place the morning after the fire for the tenants whose dwellings filled with smoke, but refused our pleas for assistance.
One of the families close to the fire has a small child.
To think this is happening at such a nice place, and that so much human suffering could have been so easily avoided.
What do they have to hide, one wonders.
