Today is just two days shy of my two month anniversary of leaving Fort McMurray, the morning of the evacuation.
I’ve seen photos and posts from friends that have returned, but nothing prepares you for the unexpected wave of emotion to see the scars the fire left behind.
I mean we have all seen what the aftermath of a burn looks like.
Black. Charred. Partially collapsed buildings and homes reminiscent of a post apocalyptic scene.
I have always been known as someone who loves to build with their hands. At at early age you would always find me making things and building things. I believe that there are many ways to measure the awesomeness of a human being, but the most important form of measurement is indicated by the desire to pursue personal growth.