Last Saturday I was almost finished cooking what I thought was going to be a terrific salmon dinner when I heard a loud "POP" and smelled smoke. I ran in the direction of our fuse box which is directly above our front door and only exit to find shooting flames of fire. I immediately called Eric who was about 5 minutes away with the kids in the park. I will admit after that I did panic. The fire was burning the floor. I knew I should get the fire extinguisher but at the moment couldn't remember precisely where it was. (It was on top of the refrigerator-just out of my sight). Flames were starting to scorch the floor and ceiling and I was afraid if I waited too long I wouldn't be able to get out. So I made a quick decision-it was to run out the front door!(without my shoes) I knocked on all my neighbors doors in my hallway, screaming "Ajuta-ma!" (Help me). But it seemed no one was home. I went downstairs and did the same thing. Then Eric came home and I guided the kids to the next floor and finally found our building president who came to help. (Fire burning 8 minutes now) Eric kind of put out the fire a few times but since it was an electrical fire, we needed to get the electricity turned off. The main electrical box is outside in the hallway on our floor but is locked and the administrator who was not answering his door has the key. (Fire now burning 12minutes) Meanwhile, Eric has called the emergency/fire number but they seemed to be a little slow. Eric and our neighbor use some needle nose pliers to get the electrical box open and turn off the electricity which allows Eric to put out all fires. Meanwhile, the fire department is on their way up our stairs ready with the hose. Eric stopped them from dousing our apartment with water.
Results: Fuse box is one burned piece of plastic, floor in hallway is burned and destroyed, ceiling and walls are black, and soot and ash has covered everything else in the apartment. Eric has 2nd degree burns on his hand when burning plastic fell on him as he tried to put out the fire. Electricity needs to be rewired in the entire house along with new fuse box. We now have to live somewhere else for a few weeks while the apartment is being repaired, cleaned, and repainted.
But...here are all the hidden blessings:
1)My kids were not in the apartment at the time.
2)Eric's injuries were minimal.
3)Someone was home and was able to put out the fire.
4)The fire department did not use the hose and therefore we do not have to deal with water damage.
5) For me, one of my worst fears was realized and I survived. I have always feared a real emergency here in Romania, wondering if I could handle it. (which is really silly since God is always on my side) But more specifically would I freeze and not be able to speak Romanian. Nope. I ran outside, knew what to say. Talked to my neighbor upstairs, got him to come and help. Talked to firemen afterwards for their report-all in Romanian. THANK GOD!!!
God is good...all the time!