I didn't react on instincts the first time. Forever I regret not peeking out the front door as soon as I smelt the smoke. I was so confused, but I should have known I wasn't psychic. A person doesn't smell smoke on a burning hot day because they saw it in visions. The smell the smoke of a fire; of deadly, burning fire.
Luckily it wasn't too soon that we were called to look outside. We had time to run, even if we were able to return home safely a few hours later.
It happened again today, only my reaction time was faster and I understood the situation more clearly. I wasn't under direct threat, not this time, but a woman I love dearly sent a spiral of emotions through my spine. She took a dangerous fall, but it was something I'd seen before. I knew exactly what to do. I needed to consult the help of a professional. I called my first ambulance.
For some people, most unfortunate individuals, this is a simple task. Call the number, state your emergency and give your location. I answered eight of ten questions incorrectly, in my fluttered, shaken and downright terrified state. I understood that this was nothing of what she was feeling, but it left an impact on me. The racing heartbeat, the shaking hands and the confusion didn't lessen any, but the way I felt I handled the situation greatly improved. I thought faster, I did everything I could.
I hoped I helped her.
Imagine if we weren't there.
Imagine if I had never seen the fire.
Imagine if the danger was real.
I live in the hope that I'll never have to feel that way again, but a guilty conscience loved the rush of adrenaline flowing through my veins. It's the emotions I remember feeling which leave the most impact and I remember those all too well.
Sincerely,
Me.
