<p>This is really isnt happening is it, I think to myself. It was too devastating to be real. I was certain it was a horrible nightmare. My only hope for relief was my alarm clock, and it unfortunately never went off. It was early Saturday morning, usually I would be sleeping in, but its not every day that your world gets turned up side down. If I stood close enough, the heat and glow radiated off of my porcelain skin. As I watched in horror, I realized this was no longer a dream; it was reality. I could not help stare into endless destruction. The tears in my eyes blurred everything insight. As much as I wanted to rid myself from the scene of destruction, the blaze sparked my interest. As I watched my church, St. John Vianney Catholic Church, burn to the ground, I could not help but compare my lifes same outcome. Just as the church was drenched with kerosene, so was my life. It was a disaster waiting to happen. </p>
<p>Should I continue this essay, or scratch it.</p>