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This past Saturday, my husband flew out of bed at 2:20 am with such a start that it woke me up in a panic. "There was a car accident! I've got to go see if anyone needs help", is what he told me.
He bolted out the back door, and I went to the front window to see how bad the accident was (we are living on the corner of a relatively busy intersection) and if I needed to call 9-1-1. Only there weren't any cars. So I went to the side windows. Still no cars, still no accident.
My husband HAD to be nuts! I started panicking, maybe he's sleepwalking, maybe he's having a PTSD attack (he's an Iraqi war vet)! I wandered out the back door, still in a sleeping stupor, and started walking down the street toward the smoke, still not seeing my husband. More horrific thoughts started to race through my head, my husband has a hero's spirit, and I could totally see him running into a burning building, or trying to pull someone out of a burning car.
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