Fire

I was talking to a girl at work this morning about fire safety. She told me the best part of fire was firemen. . . And although I am not about to deny that, I will say that has not been the focus of fire safety for me.

Scotland and I met our friends Brian and Shelley in Rexburg on Monday night. They had invited us to a dinner that Brian had won at the frontier pies restaurant. We arrived just minutes ahead of them. As we walked in the door, I glanced to my right and saw a large group of people listening to some guy talk about a fire extinguisher. My immediate thought? "Glad I don't have to be at that dinner!" One minute later, Brian walked in and informed us that our free dinner included a presentation on fire safety. Bah!!

So, whatever, it was a free dinner we listened as the guy talked about fire safety and how regular smoke detectors have over a 50% failure rate, how there are so many places in your home that can contribute to the chance of a home fire, etc.

All in all, I guess it freaked me out a bit. They had story after story of people who went to their dinner and then didn't purchase their fire safety equipment and then had a fire shortly afterward in which one or more family members died.

We went home that night, and I had a hard time sleeping. The next evening, we had one of their guys come to our house to perform a free fire inspection and tell us where we needed to place smoke and heat detectors in our home. That night, I was up for a few hours, worrying about our house burning down.

So now, I guess we have a choice to make. Do we buy into their marketing and purchase the top of the line fire detection equipment? Do we say no and hope that we don't ever have a fire in our home? Do I ever get to have a good night sleep again?

I guess this goes back to the question of how much do you control or protect your situation/vs/how much do you just let "fate" take it's course, and have faith that it "isn't going to happen to me"?

I really don't know the answer here. Scotland is very little help in this situation. He is not a worrier like I am. He volunteered to hang his dad's silver fire suit in our bedroom though. That was his "fix" for my worries.

What do I do?