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Fielder’s Choice By Barry Burleson Emotional I’d never seen or experienced such a wide range of emotions Thursday night and Friday morning. My
cell phone vibrated about 9:25 p.m. Thursday, just as I had finishing
watching a spectacular performance of “Beauty and the Beast” at
Marshall Academy. My daughter Emma played Cogsworth. All of the Patriot Performers really wowed the large crowd. We were receiving congratulations on Emma’s behalf. We were celebrating – sharing smiles and hugs. We had friends as guests. They were amazed at the talent at such a small school. I was so happy – a proud father to say the least. The caller to my cell phone, good friend and photographer Ronnie Day, asked, “Are you over on Cuba Street?” “No,” I replied. “I’m still at the school. What’s going on?” He told me a house had exploded and a baby was missing. I suddenly went from joy to shock and concern. After
dropping friends Rubye Del and Roy off at the office to get their
vehicle, I rushed over to the Cuba Street area – some two and a half
hours after the explosion. It took me some time
to actually get to the location. I was told by authorities (who were
doing a great job of securing the scene) that I could park and walk
from near Salem Avenue, but instead I chose to find an alternate path.
I circled some and finally made it in from beside Sam Coopwood Park,
after battling heavy traffic. I thought I’d seen
it all in my 25 years of working in community journalism. I’ve covered
a triple homicide, a truck running off a bridge into the river below,
terrible wrecks, deadly fires, ice storms, murder trials, shootings,
marijuana busts and so forth. I’d never seen
anything like what I saw on Cuba Street – a house in pieces and rescue
workers battling smoke, rain, darkness, ashes, debris and additional
fire, trying desperately to find a 9-month-old child. Three family
members had already been rushed to The Med. Family
members, friends, neighbors and others watched from behind the “Do Not
Cross This Line” tape. There was a somberness around the scene I’d
never experienced. Turning to my job, I shot
photos, but to be honest, my mind really wasn’t in it. My thoughts and
prayers were with the family members who were trying to endure during
great tragedy. I thought about my own children – how precious they are. I
also thought about the special person it takes to be a fireman, a
policeman, an EMT. It’s a calling. Please, don’t ever take these
dedicated individuals for granted. I saw them up
close during a portion of those 15 hours on Cuba Street. I saw their
expertise, their hard work, their caring and compassion, their sweat
and their tears. Then, thank God, I saw their
happiness and their cheers at 10:30 Friday morning when the baby was
found alive in the rubble and started crying. I
saw family members and neighbors rejoice. I saw them rush to the
firefighters after the ambulance had departed and hug them and
repeatedly tell them, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much.” I didn’t know the family members and neighbors personally but some were hugging me, too. I was overwhelmed – what an emotional roller coaster for everyone involved. Suddenly, in the past 15 hours, a community had grown to an entire city and beyond. Prayers of support came from near and far. I
offered congratulations to the family and to the rescue workers.
Everyone was exhausted – drained mentally and physically – but suddenly
their weariness was replaced by a wonderful celebration. This is simply an amazing story - the most amazing I’ve ever witnessed.
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