Monica Bielanko
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Come On Up For The Rising

Even if you close your eyes and clench your teeth and hope and wish for something so hard that the veins in your forehead start to percolate and your heart starts busting through your ribs like a Daytona 500 crash against the wall, most of the time it just doesn’t come true.

But not this time.

This time, it did come true. And we’re going home.

Back in January, literally about two hours after I posted my very first story here at Babble, our house caught on fire. My wife, Monica, managed to yank our two year old daughter out of her burning room in the nick of time. That’s still not even a thing that I can really get my head around. And to be honest, I try not to think about it all that much. Still, we all got out okay and we were able to sit out in the Honda, the kids facing away from the house, while my wife and I watched this old farmhouse that we came to really really love shoot up in flames.

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