Sometimes there are second chances in this life. Good fortune amidst chaos. That's Freddy's story, his family knows. The fires back in the spring came fast. First crazy winds, then wildfire across most of the valley ridges in one night. Dry air fueling a swift monster, spot flare-ups like blazing whack-a-mole, the brave firefighters couldn't keep up. The fires defied all strategies and resources. Freddy's family evacuated in less than thirty minutes, and as luck would have it, their ranch house and acreage were all spared. But the family's dog was officially missing. With everyone distracted, Freddy had panicked and ran off. But the family had to leave fast, heartbroken, but no sane choice to have anyone remain. They would have to pray for Freddy until they could return. Three long days later, the lucky boy was found in a cave a mile away, singed and shivering from fright. Prayers answered against all odds. Freddy's family gave thanks for their great outcome, so many neighbors had not done as well.
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