– Below is a written testimonial we received from a disaster victim –
I want to thank the Red Cross for your incredibly swift response to the fire at the Old Reading Schoolhouse, in Reading, Mass., Thursday, June 1st. You and your team were remarkable!
One of your volunteer members, Bonnie Lou, provided something to me that seemingly was impossible; she gave me the gift of hope, a priceless gift that I didn’t think could be given.
Upon arriving at the scene, I witnessed complete chaos and bedlam, as well as a fire – the likes of which I’d never seen (100 fire fighters fought the blaze; 10+ hours to extinguish the fire; the largest fire in the history of Reading, Mass.).
I just needed to get to my two cats. Shortly after 2 p.m., a fire fighter brought one of my cats to me, my Baby Girl, Wesson.
Through all of the commotion, everyone desperately trying to make sure all people and pets were out of the building, Bonnie somehow reached me and knew I was frantic; an emotion I’d never experienced.
Bonnie was at my side and did everything for me, as if she’d known me my whole life. My family and friends were with me and did their best to comfort me. But it was all about the kitties and somehow she knew it…. Bonnie had an animal carrier within a minute and together we put my Wesson in. Oh, she didn’t stop. She then found a quiet, cool place in the Red Cross vehicle for me to soothe Wesson. Bonnie kept going. She instructed me to take deep breathes, she had an ice cold water in my hand, and she controlled the entire situation around me.
I kept asking, “Who are You?” and she kept answering, “I’m Bonnie”. My question was so much deeper…… who just sent this angel from Heaven to Sanborn Street at the most desperate moment of my life?
8 p.m. – The fire still roaring, an alarm was sent out for fire fighters to evacuate the building! The building was no longer safe. They would continue to fight the fire, but only from the outside of the building. People tried to prepare me for the worst scenario. But not Bonnie. She kept me breathing and believing.
By 11 p.m., we were told to leave. The Fire Chief advised us that nobody would be allowed back into the building throughout the night and it would be guarded so that nobody entered. Bonnie kept hope and promised many prayers and I knew she meant it.
At 1:10 p.m., 24 hours after the fire started, I was allowed into the building with a fire fighter, a hard hat, boots and gloves to try to locate my Smith. And at 1:11 p.m., I had my Smith.
On Monday morning, the Town of Reading set up multiple resources at the Pleasant Street Center for Old Reading Schoolhouse tenants to attend. When I entered, I saw the bright light of Bonnie’s smile, and heard her voice, “Kattthhhhhhyyyyy, did you get Smiiitttthhhhhhh?”
Did I just hear that right? She remembered both our names? And when I shouted that I had them both, she cried tears of joy with me. Again I ask, “Who is this person?”
I am so blessed for the support and kindness of Bonnie and am honored to write this to you on her behalf. I will strive each day to give comfort to others in honor of Bonnie.
With much respect, thanks and gratitude,