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Probably the single most moving, dramatic event was coming upon a housefire at night, in the central Texas area, a long way from anything civilized like a firehydrant. The fire had gotten well started and I ran in screaming my head off. It turned out that the family was already out and standing on the other side of the house, watching their dreams burn. The air was so thick with despair and other emotions that words left my mouth and just fell on the ground, without being heard. I stayed to help, but there was nothing to do. It took hours to offset the adrenaline from dashing into a burning house, in fact my heart is pounding, just remembering it, but they lost their home and it really did not matter to them. They were all safe. I just left.