Burned

My brother's best friend's (R) house burned to the ground yesterday morning. In less than one hour the front half of the place was gone and R has third degree burns up and down his arms.

My brother (G) used to live there, but he had moved out for the spring semester. G had just gone back that night for one last party, as all the guys were moving out on the first of June. And by 6 am the next morning it was all gone.

In less than an hour your whole perspective can change. Even for me, I'm not sure how much materialistic things matter when they can be burnt to a crisp before your very eyes. At the end of the day I think all we have is each other, and the roof over our heads, but even then it's all only temporary.