So my story starts like any other child born in September. Almost one year later in April my life took a big u-turn but it was for the better.
I was 7 month’s old. I was in a loving family and you would think we were quote on quote perfect, but we were not. My mom Brandy wasn’t talking to her family because of choices and things said so they were not talking much. My dad Edward wasn’t that big into family but he also worked a lot so not that much time. In our small family on Sherman street in Emporia, Kansas. I had a mom, dad, and my older sister Christina Eastwood. So on an April afternoon, my dad was sleeping to prepare for a big night at work. Brandy was babysitting another little girl and was watching my sister. My mom wasn’t cooking or something. Brandy had laid me down to take a nap while the other two girls were outside playing. I was fast asleep. My mom stepped outside to make sure the girls were still doing alright.
Brandy had noticed that our dog was tangled up in the leash that was tied to the clothes pin pole. She couldn’t get it untangled on her own so she got my dad up to help. While this process was going on and my parents were talking. My mom smelled something burning, she walks around the house and as she looks at the top of the house and realizes that the house was on fire. They tell you going through school not to go into a burning house, but also you have just seconds. She runs inside. Smoke everywhere. Edward my dad stood on the porch but he was on Brandy’s heels in the door way. My mom had gone in the house and has gotten to the living room where I was at on a blanket on the floor. Brandy has a hold of me with my back on her chest. Heading for the front door. There is smoke and flames everywhere. Those short seconds seemed like long hours. Thinking everything that you have worked for is burning in the matter of seconds. She has gotten to the door and falls she hits her head on the door frame of the other room and passes out. We were close enough to the front door that Edward my dad had reached inside and pulls us the rest of the way out. There was a cop across the street settling an argument. He rushes over to help with what was going on. Could have not timed that any better and that is called a miracle of event’s if you ask me. This is also not the end of this story. Right now we have two people clinging to life. This can go a lot of different ways but I am glad that it went this way.
We, my mother and I, were rushed to Newman’s Regional Health center here in Emporia Kansas. When there was nothing more for them to do here in my home town, we were both air-lifted to Wichita Kansas. Where Brandy stayed over a year. I was taken to Cincinnati Ohio to the Shriners Hospital for Children because in Kansas they didn’t have rehabilitation for children under 2 years old. They told my family that I wouldn’t make it the night. I have beaten the odds of many doctors that had years of schooling.