I have a strong belief that the only person, who can truly understand and know what you are going through, is our Savior.
Five years ago, my home burned in a huge fire, which left not only me, but thousands of people without a home, or really anything that they had once had. I was only fifteen, and all I had left was my family. Don’t get me wrong here, I love my family, and honestly we are lucky that we had each other. We could have all been killed. We had literally a hundred foot fire wall rush through our neighborhood, devouring anything and everything in its path. It seemed so random, one house would be there, and the next would be completely gone, as if it never existed. There was almost no warning, in fact, our family was the warning. It was two in the morning on a Sunday, with the wind howling like crazy. We got a call from a friend telling us to leave that minute, for if we waited we would be dead. We rushed out of the house, taking three different cars between the five of us. My mom and us kids left, but my dad stayed behind. It was hours before we knew he was alive.
The reason I give so much detail, is so you can see my prospective, but this is only through my eyes. If you ask anyone else that was with me that night, their story would be completely different. This is why I believe that we cannot truly understand the way someone feels inside.
Once things settled down, for most people in the area, school started back up. This was exciting for most students to tell their stories of how their house was in the danger line, but was barely missed, or how they just got out of school for a week, and spent the time in no danger hanging out in the mall. Then you had the rest of us. The ones that our lives had been turned upside down, the last thing that came to our mind was the fun we had. All we could think was, “do you really expect us to be here?”
As time went on, those of us who had lost our houses were put into groups. The point of these groups was to show us that we had all gone through the same thing, and we could all relate to each other. As I would listen to the others in my group tell their experience with this tragic loss, it was then that I realized, we all went through the same thing, but none of our stories were the same, and when they would try and tell me they knew what I was going through, I knew they had no idea. Not even my own family could understand the struggles I felt deep inside myself. The only one that will ever understand is my Savior, for he truly has all the pains and struggles that we go through.
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