My ex and I came home one day to a house fire in 1998. The first thing I thought of was my dog and luckily the neighbours got him out. After the fire was put out, I was happy to see my ex was able to retrieve his father's war medals and pictures from the war.

I wish we had been able to rescue clothes because it really sucked being a student and having to start completely from scratch (imagine replacing your underwear and socks from scratch! It's expensive!) but you realize none of that is really important. The most important thing was nobody was hurt. The firefighters even got my neighbour's stupid cat out of her house (the cat ran in the house twice after being brought out).