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DRIVING THROUGH HELL ON EARTH

DRIVING THROUGH HELL ON EARTH

Hundreds of people are missing amongst the flames and ashes...

Over thirty are dead with numbers expecting to rise...

Some people tried to make it out and some did it and some got trapped in their cars for trying...

It's said that Paradise has been devoured and the Carr's fire started from a flat tire...

Many homes are gone and warnings of more fires to come...

Places are over the average yearly rain fall while others are in much need of rain and stalling winds to stop the fuel that feeds the fire...

Some had to watch their home burn down on television and some died trying to save theirs...

Some blame it on global warming...

I'm sure many have their own theories...

Some said they're driving through Hell on Earth...

Some people walked away in only their Pajamas...

Somehow, some assumed they were going to be just fine only to find out in moments they need to flee...

Some may blame God, some may blame the devil himself, chances are man's to blame...

The truth is some died, some lived by escaping, and some died trying...

Any help they can receive is greatly appreciated...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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GREG TUCKER THE...

nice write Feathers.Β  It is not global warming.Β  It is human stupidity.Β  I feel for the victims though

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

I think it's several factors in play...

The weather is changing globally according to weather reports around the World...

There's been more catastrophic storms and a new tornado alley has even formed...

It's called Dixie Alley...

​​​​​When the warnings are out, I'm not a sitting duck...

Can a tree fall on me?

Yes it can...

Do I want to know what it feels like?

No, that's not an experience that I want to experience...

Would I like to see you tomorrow?

If I have a choice I choose...

Yes...

​​​​​I feel for the victims too and I don't know if victims is a good word to choose anymore...

They are either dead or alive either way it all comes with a cost...

Maybe, people have tried to put me in a victim category because, I have lost things and people in my life...

But, I wouldn't be a victim if I was dead, I can't be a victim because, I lived...

My family wouldn't have been a victim, they would have been parents of two dead children and my children would have been orphans...

My Brother would have been an only living child...

Right?

Maybe, it's a personal thing or just a way to categorize but, a victim mentality is a hard one to escape from...

The tragedy that has plagued our Country and and the World with everything that's been a factor the risk is always going to be there I heard on the news for another 10-20 years of course, depending on the specifics...

Somethings will last much longer than that if things continue the way they are...

That's just plain common sense...

Thank you for your kind comment!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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