This is my story begins.....
My name is Carly Janson, I was born on September 1st
1995 in NYC (New York City), now I am 18 years old and live in a small
city, named Atlanta in Georgia. I am happy to be here, because the air is still
fresh and not really crowded. I live in a beautiful and clean but simple house. The house is warm enough with
presents of the man which is I love so much. His name is Robert Janson, he is
my beloved grandfather who always accompany me everywhere I am. My grandfather
is 63 years old and he is a chief of firefighter in district Arba.
***
This is my summer holiday, three months without study in
school. I am confused to decide what should I do in this holiday. Last year, I
joined a leadership training in a month and I got a part-time job in “Smile
Cafe” in two months. In this year, my grandfather offers me to join in his
office, not to be a firefighter but just help him to manage his data. I am
still thinking about that offers, my friends also invite me to go to Indonesia
to join volunteer over there, but I can not leave my grandfather alone. I think
that I will look for a part-time job as the previous year.
From now on, I have decided to work in “Smile Cafe” like last
year and have refused my grandfather’s offer. On wednesday, I have to work
until 11 p.m. and like usual before I go back to my house I have to clean the
cafe up, but suddenly there is a fire that seems like will burn everything in
that cafe, I am so surprised and freeze in front of the fire. Until my friends
together call me many times, “Hei Carly stay away from that fire, get out from
this cafe. Come on! It’s dangerous.” They are screaming. With unconscious, I
answer “Ahhh...” I am just realized that the fire begins to be a huge fire. I
scream and run so fast with the tears stream down on my face, my heart beats
harder and it feels like time escapes me. When I am in the outside of the cafe,
I am just silent and
did not speak anything, I am speechless and all of my body is trembling. Until
the firefighter come and my grandfather suddenly hugs me from behind me. I just
cry and can not speak anymore. Finally, I go home with my grandfather.
When I arrive in my house, I remembered everything 13
years a go in New York. This accident reminds me with something bitter in my
life when I was child. A big house in the middle of the town, there was a huge
fire that burned the house caused it occupants became victims. My parents dead
in that case, meanwhile I was saved by a firefighter, after that event, I am scared
with a big fire. Then, my grandfather carried me to his house in Arba, Atlanta
and live happily together there. Now in my bedroom, my grandfather sits and
tries to talk to me after that accident in “Smile Cafe”, “Ehmm, Carly I know
what you feel, calm down baby. Everything will be alright, now you are here with
me, don’t be scared.” I am just silent and don’t say anything.
In the morning, I wake up and look at the window. I talk
to my self not to be scared anymore with fire. I have decided to join my grandfather
in his office to work there. For the first time, I just say that I want to help
him to manage his data, but I say the truth that actually I want to join to be
a firefighter in order to make me not scared anymore with fire. My grandfather
don’t want me to be a firefighter, because it is too dangerous. But finally, my
grandfather permit me to join a firefighter training with all the requirements,
he will teach me by himself. It is really cool and fantastic when I join the
firefighter training and actually in that place, there is a charming man. He is
a firefighter training too. His name is Mike. We are very closed during this
training. It makes me have many effort to be a firefighter.
***
One day, when we have finished our training in the
evening, suddenly the bell ring, sign that there is a burnup. My grandfather
said that it is in Lucia Apartment. I am very surprised because that apartment
is Mike’s apartment, he ever said that in his apartment there are only his
mother and his sister who is just 5 years old. Without my grandfather’s
knowing, I go to the Lucia apartment and see Mike cries in front of the apartment
with her mother. I hear a firefighter is talking about a child 5 years old trap
in 7th floor in room 207. I guess that she is Mike’s sister. Soon I
take all of my equipments and reach that room. I hear a child is crying, I try
to enter the bathroom, but suddenly fire burn my hand and when I try to open
the door, it falls down to my body. I feel my body can not move anymore and I
am dying, but I remember when I was child when a firefighter saved me although
he was injured. I try to get up and move the door, I look my hand and it is
really painful. I look for the child, she hides herself in the bath up. I reach
her and give the oxygen to her. I run so fast but the fire close the exit way.
I can not go out from this room. I force my self and wrap the child’s body with
my fire cloth. Yes, I did it! I can carry her to her mother and brother. People
surrounds me give applause and when I open my helmet, Mike is really surprised
and suddenly hug me tightly. He is really thankful and ask about my condition.
He carries me to hospital to take care of my injured.
***
I do not need a lot of time to recover and now, I attend
the appreciation night of my heroic action by the governor. When I get that
appreciation and stand on the stage, I start to give a speech. “I give it to my
beloved parents in a heaven, I do miss you and I will save people from the fire
in order to make them not like you. I also want to say thanks to my beloved
grandfather because he has trained me. Thank you so much, I love you all.”
Suddenly when I want to go down from the stage, Mike pick me up on the stage brings
a flower in his right hand and kneeling. He say confidently, “Carly, thanks for
saving my sister and thanks for keeping me in your heart, I LOVE YOU so
much....” he hugs and kiss my forehead.
It is unforgettable moments, The sweet and bitter to be a
firefighter. A happiness and sadness that I get to be a real firefighter.
---- The End ----
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