So my parents and sister just left for a week long trip to New York City. I’ve got this big, lonely house to myself, and apparently they think I just may parish without a detailed instruction list of things for me to do this week. Actually, on second thought, I really don’t blame them at all, knowing me! I scanned it in just for laughs, check it out (Oh and in case you’re wondering what half of it’s all about, we have four cats):
This house, in the West Chase subdivision just outside of Wyndham, caught on fire Monday evening. Although the woman who lived there was badly burned (after safely escaping she went back in her burning house to save the family pet), there is an amazing story behind who pulled her out. This story just reaffirms my belief that there are no coincidences in life. Everything happens for a reason. A friend of mine, Rachel Rainer, took the photo at the left that ended up in the paper. Article via the Richmond Times-Dispatch (more photos from me follow the article at the bottom).
Two Henrico County advertising executives have emerged as the Samaritans who dashed into the burning inferno of a home to try to save a woman’s life Monday night.
“Thinking about it now, it all seems like a dream. I’d never in all my life pictured myself in this sort of life-and-death situation,” said Barry Martin, the first man inside a fully engaged house fire in the 12100 block of Jamieson Place in Henrico’s Wyndham subdivision. “I never knew I had it in me.”
The victim, career nurse Jo Ann Casazza, remained in critical condition this morning in the burn unit of VCU Medical Center, in a medically induced coma.
The fate of Casazza now hinges on the skill of the doctors and nurses at the burn unit — and perhaps on a higher power.
It’s a belief in that higher power that her rescuers discovered they held in common.
Martin, founder of The Idea Center advertising agency, and Brian Gordon, who works at The Martin Agency, had never met until Monday.
Martin had set out that night with his 9-year-old daughter Mira to put his family dog down, Buddy. Gordon was just looking for a good place to have dinner with his girlfriend.
Martin and daughter Mira stopped to pray at the family church, Mount Vernon Baptist, after the dog succumbed, and set out for home. Gordon, stumped for a dining spot, paused at a Nuckols Road intersection, wondering whether he should turn right or left.
Then Mira saw a throbbing orange glow of light from the house fire. Gordon saw the image at the same time and the two vehicles changed direction and headed together to the light source.
On the lawn of the Casazza home, a crying girl and a screaming, petite woman, Casazza’s mother, were the picture of abandonment and lost hope.
“We heard that the woman had been safe but ran back in to save a family pet,” Martin said. “It was a very strange feeling after Buddy.”
Martin frantically tried to call 911 but misdialed, at first hitting 411. It was about 7:30 p.m. He had been thinking about how to pull himself out of the despair from the lost pet only to be suddenly confronted by another life-and-death situation on a grander scale.
“I just ran into the house. The front door was the only opening, and black smoke was just pouring out.”
Inside, the victim presented a daunting challenge.
Casazza was literally burning up before his eyes.
She was large, and “her skin was literally fused to a rug in the foyer,” Martin said.
When he pulled on her wrists, “the skin just pulled off. It was a gruesome thing to see.”
Suddenly, Gordon burst into the home and together the two men pulled the woman free of the house on the rug, dragging Casazza all the way to the street.
“I will never forget the people who had gathered there, and this terribly burned woman in the middle of the street on a rug with just terrible, terrible burns,” Martin said.
“I tried to comfort her: ‘Have faith. God is with you and you are going to be all right,'” he said.
“Do you mean it? Do you mean it?” Casazza answered.
Martin said he heard Casazza to describe how the family Christmas tree may have ignited. And then she was gone, carried to the hospital by rescue workers.
For more on this story, see tomorrow’s Times-Dispatch.
