Sometimes bad things happen.
Like my husband getting a call at 4AM from the Fire Marshall's office telling him that there is a fire at his business.
Our family's Auto Service Shop is only a block away from our city apartment. Thank goodness it took Fritz just a few moments to get there, but I can not imagine the fear that must have been in is heart as he approached the property to see the flames and smoke shooting into the air.
The business more than just a means of income to him. The shop was started by his father in 1964. Both of his brothers are partners with him. Two of our sons work there full time and plan to be part of the legacy into the future. My other children, and cousins have participated in the business' success.
According to the Fire Marshall, the fire started on an adjacent property by a discarded cigarette that had most likely smoldered for hours in fresh mulch before igniting.
The wooden fence that separates the two properties made for great kindling.
Three cars belonging to customers were engulfed and destroyed.
Firefighters responded quickly preventing more damage to the lot and numerous other cars.
No one was physically injured.
The fire did not reach the building.
The task of putting up temporary fencing fell to the brothers and the boys.
Physical work is a great stress reliever.
The task of calling the owners of the burned out cars fell to my husband.
That was not a stress reliever.
I wonder if the careless smoker even has a clue of the damage done?