That's what I was doing this morning when the fire alarm system was triggered. Residents had been sent a memo about testing. However, the alarm continued to blare. There's no mistaking its warning sounds. I hear the fire doors close. Is this for real but my sixth sense says no it isn't. I get dressed and wait to hear the sounds of sirens. There's a fire station at the bottom of the hill and a station in the adjacent town moments away.
The response was not immediate because the trucks stopped in the front office looking for the emergency. Pretty bad when the firefighters have to ask where's the fire? If I was grading them, I'd give them a D- , just because I love them. It is clear they do not have a map or understanding of the complex up here on the hill. Prepared but are we responsive? There's the question of the day.
There's nothing like a fire alarm in order to see your neighbors even though I was late going outside. I didn't see anyone from my building. Where was everyone? Gone by 9:30 am? The thought of going back into a building of blaring alarms does not make for a soothing environment. So I take a walk toward the old hospital's administrative building to find the fire trucks. The face on the EMT's face said it all. Fury! If I could be a fly on the wall at the meeting that would soon probably follow this incident. That would make a good story.
After 20 minutes or so the alarm is shut off. It's difficult to give my attention to Haiti where the images of destruction and a legless beauty are heart-wrenching and intruding. Intrusions like a false alarm are welcomed.
Here is a story about the tension the world's religions are creating in Haiti as they go about their business of "saving souls" in one of the most sacred and destitute places on Earth. Send your relief donation to pih.org.
lwww.nytimes.com/2010/02/16/world/americas/16missionaries.html
Life can be so amusing. Love Always Wins!
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