Reasons for writing

Many people have asked me why I am writing a book about fires. Well its history that I am interested in. Some of the things I have written about have largely been forgotten. I want people to remember that 2 Streator firefighters were killed by a collapsing wall in 1929. I would like people to remember that a fireman named Lawrence McGurk saved one person, and was blown off of a ladder trying to get another, he fell 15 feet. That happened July 14, 1958 at the Williams Hardware fire, where 6 people died in an explosion and fire on S. Vermillion Street. There is a drive in bank there now.  I do need to say that I do not like fire. In fact I have alwaysa fear of getting burned. Why ? I dont really know. I really dont have a good reason for it.  I did go to a  a lady on a dare once who did readings of your past life and that sort of thing. Now I had never seen her before, she knew nothing about me. I wore plain clothes so I wouldnt give her any way to guess her way around me. She started out with some basic stuff, some of which was close, but pretty generic. Then she got really quiet and just stared at me. I was getting pretty creeped out. Then she said "everytime you go by a fire station you look in dont you. Again pretty genericstuff could've been a good guess. So I played along said yes, just to see what was going to happen. Then she says, Do you like Colorado ? I'm thinking ohoh, left field. Then she says do you like fire ?  No, not really I said. She says Do you want to know why? Now I'm really getting wierded out. Sure, I guess. I replied Then  she says are you sure? Sure i said. Ok she says. I see you in an open window, in a small town out west. Colorado perhaps, Old West. Wooden building, you re on the second floor in a window. Surrounded by smoke. Thick black smoke. Do you like to wear hats ? More from left field. Yes I said, now I'm really interested, but trying not to show it. You are wearing a helmet, black, leather, with a big point on the front top also with the number 3 on it. You have a dark blue shirt with two rows of gold buttons. I cant see you very well because of the smoke. You are handing a woman out of the window to another fireman near the window  on a ladder. You are gulping air but have disappeared again there are flames licking the top of the window, you appear again this time with a baby. You are handing it to another man on the ladder. Your shirt is starting to smolder, and the man on the ladder is trying to grab you but you fall back into the room. There is an explosion and the fire fills the window, you died. You burned to death. I see your helmet on the ground, next to the building it is smoking. I hear yelling, the water from the hose cant reach the window, but it doesnt matter anyway.  By now I was staring at her with my mouth open. I really didnt expect such a long story, especially one where I died ! Several years later the movie Backdraft came out and the opening scene where the kid goes to the fire with his dad and the dad is killed in an explosion, his helmet lands on the ground and is smoking, freaked me out ! So maybe that's why I dont like fire, and am always scared of getting burned. I've even been told numerous times that my lucky number is three several times ! Maybe its a coincidence, maybe not, who really knows except maybe me and that old lady.