911

After 30+ years of life, I have never had to call 911. We'll last Saturday night, Jeremy and I were on our way home from the movies, and just before we turned onto our street we saw fire. Luckily (for us) it was out in the desert. For those of you who know where we live, you will know where I am talking about. When you turned off the main road to go into our subdivision, there is a street that if you keep going straight on, you would run into the desert, and eventually a mountain. They have been developing the property, and had a bulldozer (or something similar) sitting there that some kids (I imagine) decided to graffiti and catch fire (which really makes me mad, I moved out here get away from that). Luckily, Jeremy and I were driving by and saw the fire before it destroyed to much. I was nervous calling 911, since I have never had to do it before. It's odd how guilty they can make you feel. When the fire chief called me back to get my report of the situation, I felt like I was a suspect. I know that they are just doing their job asking questions, but I am not the guilty party. I was the one doing a good deed. I am glad that they were able to put the fire out before any one got hurt. The kids and I drove by the bulldozer the next day, and the glass was all broken out, and the interior was all burnt up. Hopefully no real damage was done to the engine and stuff. Now that I have called 911, I hope that I don't have to do it again for a long time.