Walking through Fire
This is the story of a young boy named Jesse Likeharte, a 5 year old boy.
it was the 15th of January, 2014 it was a hot summer day on on the last week of school holidays, Me and Jesse we’re pretty excited to start Grade 1 together because we were going to be in the same class, in the same school so we were really, really happy.
Jesse was my first best friend, since we were about 2 years old we created a really good bond together, Jesse was Funny, crazy, Happy and amazing. He was a really good boy.
January 15th, 2014, it was a normal wednesday morning for us in vacation care for the holidays at the kindegarten we used to go to, we played together all day that day which was unusual because we usually would play a bit and then wonder off somewhere else after 10 minutes but that day we played the whole day, we played house, mum and dad, we played with the dinosaurs and trucks, the blocks and trains, the sand and the slide, we did almost every single thing that the kindy had to offer us. Then eventually Jesse’s Mother had come to pick him up in the afternoon at about 4.30pm. That was the last time I ever saw Jesse…
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Later that night, my family we’re walking through the town, when all of a sudden we saw it, the firetrucks, the police, ambulance and other cars all going in the one direction I knew at that age, Because that was the direction where Jesse’s home was.
we all went to check out what the commotion was about, all I remember was seeing the deep black smoke and in the distance the firetrucks lights.
The only house that I knew in that street was in flames, it was Jesse’s House. Jesse had run back in because his dog was still inside, He had gotten his dog and thrown her out the only entrance that was available and that was the window, so I think that maybe if the dog got out, I thought that Jesse would too, and so we waited and waited and waited for the firemen to get him out and they did… but there was no life in him at all.
everyday I think about the sacrifice that a 5 year old made just to protect his dog, He died a hero.
I think about the day he was buried, the day I stayed in one place and did not move for 4 hours because I didn’t understand the meaning of death. I didn’t understand why they were putting him underground and I didn’t understand that he wasn’t going to be coming back…
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