There are many things that can become tragedies in one’s life. In this Know Thy Blogger, I shall go more in depth of my experiences outside of gaming rather than my history, as something that shall effect the rest of my life just happened.
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. From midnight to 3 AM reports were made of explosions and concussion waves being heard across town. At 3 AM the local Fire Departments from three towns around us were summoned to tackle the fire that engulfed the entire building in around 3 hours.
Last Sunday, my mother found a make-shift Molotov Cocktail that had failed to be thrown into the building, and now this has happened. For months, people’s cars have been broken into during church sessions, and members who live nearby the building have had their cars broken into right outside of their homes (my mother’s was, and her scriptures were taken).
I was born a member, but did not move up to where I live now until around 4 years ago. I spent at least one day out of every week (Sunday, of course) in this building.
It was my sanctuary from the problems of teenage life, and more importantly my parents’ divorce. I was able to deal with many struggles because of this humble building.
In sharing this, I hope my readers understand the spiritual nature I contain within myself. I ask for support. My memories have become just that as the shell of the building is all that remains.
Do not be shy to comment on the subject, but please. Be respectful, and above all, do not hate.
Here are the photos of the fire and aftermath: