It’s been quite a strange week. First, a Germanwings plane crashed into the Alps on the morning of my birthday and then yesterday afternoon an explosion erupted in the East Village, my hood here in New York City. And the icing on the cake? Yesterday was my father’s birthday who unexpectedly passed away about 2.5 years ago, which as much as I don’t want it to be, it is always a somewhat melancholic kinda day. The explosion very swiftly turned to fire, the inferno took over four mixed residential buildings resulting in a 7-alarm fire, injuring nearly 20 people, critically injuring four. Hundreds of blinking lights and sirens swarmed the area within minutes. The FDNY (as always) were on top of their game. Their bravery never cease to amaze me and as a New Yorker, I am so grateful for those that keep us safe, without question. Even seconds after it happened, New Yorkers ran towards the explosion to help. Talk about bad-asses! #NYTough!
The cause of the explosion is believed to be from during a maintenance repair over a gas main that broke. A similar incident happened in Harlem just only a year ago, killing 8 people. The smoke from the fire was so immensely thick, people working in their Midtown offices could smell it! Even inside our apartment, 5 blocks away from where it happened, hours later while eating dinner with the hubby, there was still a distinct smell in the air!
Discovering this morning we now have two people missing, helicopters have been hovering over the area nonstop ; it certainly feels like a war zone over here and my heart breaks for those that have been affected by this horrific fire. When I was 18 on New Year’s Eve, my family and I fell victims to a fire in my childhood duplex home. An electrical fire, I was the one to discover it after eating dinner and going downstairs to the computer room, where I saw thick black smoke protruding from the old heaters on the first floor. The fire had originally started in the basement, the smoke damage irreparable after reaching all the way to the top floor. My family and I were cooped up in a small hotel for nearly a year while they tried to fix the house. Needless to say, the whole experience was pretty traumatic and even though thankfully no one was hurt, the entire process left us all a bit distraught. This really hits close to home for me but, you know what cheers me up? The Standard Hotel is taking care of its neighbors, providing a 3-night stay on them for those that obviously now need a place to stay. It may not permanently solve the problem, but every little bit helps! You guys rock! Just another reason why I live in the greatest city in the world. 🙂
And lastly to end the week on a better note, my debut novel received a great review from across the Pond!
“A breathtaking edge of your seat thriller!” -Catherine Rose Putsche, author of The Surgeon’s Son.
For the full review, check it out here: Review: The Fisherman’s Lily by Suzanne Spiegoski
THE FISHERMAN’S LILY
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1CkqheP
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/19dhNN4
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/1BSJpnu
Barnes & Noble: http://bitly.com/1ysUaF5
I hope you all have a safe, happy and enjoyable weekend. Remember, “It’s just a bad day not a bad life.”
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