The Fire's Raging

The fire's raging, get out now! Just me alone, and yet somehow, must take my very special things... my ties to life that comfort brings. My cell phone first to keep in touch. Important papers, my life's crutch. That box of photos, family way back and now...my history. My wallet/purse with cards, and cash. Jewelry nearby that I can stash. Whatever clothes, the weather deems... for winter's chill or heat extremes. At last, the keys to start my car and ride away, but not too far... with faith, firetrucks are on the way to save my home...for this, I pray. My life came first, but oh, the hope I can move back...to rebuild, cope. Sandra M. Haight Scenario: You have sixteen minutes to get out. You are the only one home, no kids, no pets. What seven things will you take?