My Survivor Story

It was a late Fall night. Around 11'o clock. I was up in my room sleeping when my mother yelled up to me. Eric Get Out Of The House There's A Fire! So I got up and ran down the stairs but before I could reach the first floor the fire came around the bottom of the staircase and hit my rights side burning me. Though my adrenaline was pumping and so I couldn't feel the pain. So I ran back up the stairs with the flames trailing behind me. They ended up burning my left calf completely. I ran to the biggest window upstairs in my room and started pounding on it with my fists. But that proved to be futile because it was only nailed down plexiglass. realizing this after a few seconds I decided to look back and the fire was getting closer and closer to where I was and I started to screaming for help. Eventually after a few more seconds I got up and drop-kicked out my window braking it. With only the screen in my way I moved that with my left arm and leg burning both of them. I then got up on the windowsill but I was afraid to jump because of my fear of falling down from high places. So my dog sacrificing her life for mine hit her head on my right calf burning me even more because her skin and fur was so hot. I fell down two stories from my bedroom and compressed my back. I really don't remember what happened after this because everything was so traumatic. All I know is I'm lucky to even be alive. I now live life with the the philosophy of "Live life to it's fullest extent and die without regret." I hope to do this for the rest of my days. I am proud of who I am. I am a crazy smart-ass who is just living life and having fun doing it. I guess that some people have to go through tragic events to get stronger, but in any case I hope nothing like this happens to anyone I know and love.