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Out of Every Crisis Comes the Opportunity to be Reborn

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“Always seek out the seed of triumph in every adversity.” ~Og Mandino

In November of 2007 my life burned to the ground—quite literally.

I lost my house, four foster dogs, my sixteen-year-old cat, four pet rats, all of my possessions—and with that, my sense of peace and safety in the world.

I had called every fear I ever had into my life on that one, dark day. In short order, I was homeless, jobless, and for the most part, friendless.

I was downsized from my full-time job, let go from my part-time job of five years (on my birthday), and my jeep engine blew up, all within three weeks of the fire.

But back to that black day in November… I was living in a small rental house on forty-five acres out in the middle of the country, my dream since childhood. It was a place where I could have as many critters as I could feed, and they would be free to run and play and live out their lives in peace and harmony.

There was even a small lake with a tiny rowboat a few hundred yards from my house. I sat on the front porch most nights and weekends looking out over the cornfields, watching my dogs chase butterflies during the day and fireflies at night.

I thought life was pretty perfect.

Then, on the fateful day, as I was driving up the half-mile gravel road, having finished a long day as an ER social worker, I was stunned to find black smoke billowing from the roof of the house. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

When I came out of my stupor, I ran to the house and promptly did everything I had ever been told not to do in a fire. I ran to the front door, grabbed the red-hot knob, and flung the door open, screaming for my animals that I knew were trapped inside.

When an orange ball of fire hurled toward me, I ran around to the back door and made my way halfway through the dining room before I had to turn around and go back.

The smoke was so thick I could neither see nor breathe.

It was at this time that I noticed three of my dogs, who had been left outside to play and sun themselves on the front porch, had followed me into my burning house. I rounded them up and piled them in the jeep, and called the volunteer fire department on my cell phone between screams and sobs.

My house burned to the ground, along with my four-legged Chihuahua foster “kids,” my cat, my rats, and everything I owned: irreplaceable family photos, my diaries dating back to the age of twelve, things left to me by my grandparents.

I had no renters insurance, and so, no ability to replace anything.

Thanks to the American Red Cross and my sister, Tiffany, and brother-in-law, Gregg, I was able to stay for a week in an inexpensive motel with my Rottweiler, Nikko; Pit Bull, Chloe; and my fourteen-year-old Chihuahua, Solomon.

My mother, sister, and brother-in-law, who all lived out of state, were there for me when I cried endless tears for my lost animals, and as I tried to move through my fog of grief and depression.

Other friends and family, including my boyfriend/best friend of nearly four years, vanished in the aftermath. Most did not even call to ask if I was okay, or if I needed anything.

I came to understand that some people are very inept and uncomfortable in dealing with human tragedy, and so, turn away when life gets ugly.

The loss of these relationships was as devastating as the fire itself. These were people I loved and trusted—people whom I would have bet my life would never abandon me. I was wrong.

I was amazed and incredibly grateful for those who did come to my rescue—strangers, really.

A woman I had never met (and my sister barely knew from a support group she had attended a few times) sent me $1500. With this I was able to put a down payment on a car.

A local animal rescue group provided blankets for my dogs and six months worth of medication for Solomon, who had congestive heart failure.

Another sweet soul sent me a gift card for books—always a treasured companion throughout my life.

A hairdresser volunteered her time and skill putting hair extensions in for six months when my hair broken off at the scalp, due to stress.

This helped me to learn that not everyone that comes into your life is meant to be there throughout your journey. People will come and go, and sometimes it will break your heart. But you may find sanctuary in the most unexpected places.

The kindness shown to me by these individuals allowed me to start the long healing process. I came to realize that if I was going to survive this, I was going to have to find meaning in the experience and become determined to grow wiser and stronger as a result.

I would not allow my animals to have lost their lives for nothing. Their little souls mattered. This would be my way of honoring them.

I began to let the pettiness of others and the drudgery of every day life fall away.

What did it really matter if I was having a bad hair day or someone in front of me left their turn signal on for three miles? What if I lost my job? My car blew up? These things were small potatoes in the grand scheme of things.

I felt like I had survived damn near everything the world could dump on me in a small space of time, and I had made it through the other side.

I was a survivor. This title came with the mandate of seeing the world, and living in the world, in a very different way than before. Small things had to fall away and my focus needed to shift to what was truly important—the kind of things that would still matter ten years down the line.

Also in my new way of being was the idea of embracing what truly made me happy, not what I thought other people would admire or approve of. 

If I wanted to eat ice cream for breakfast and lay under a tree in the park in my bunny slippers reading Stephen King, then by God, I was going to do it!

A little way down the road I decided that working forty to fifty hours a week in order to have more stuff, a nicer car, and a nicer house wasn’t what made me happy. I began teaching part-time at an area university and opened a small therapy practice.

My income was cut in half, but I had so much free time to spend going to the park with my dogs, sleeping in, staying up late, and just being out in the sunshine instead of being cooped up indoors. And I was doing something I loved for the first time in my life.

Ultimately, what I learned is that any human tragedy is survivable if one chooses to find meaning in the experience. And if you choose to become stronger, wiser, and more compassionate as a result, then no experience, no matter how painful, is ever solely negative.

On the other side of all of the fear and the heartache I found peace and happiness.

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About Kelli Fultz

Kelli Fultz is an adjunct professor at Lindenwood University in St. Louis teaching Psychology and Sociology, and in private practice as a clinical therapist at Sanctuary Within counseling in Edwardsville, Illinois. In addition, she is a lover of sunshine, good books, cheesy movies and all critters great and small.

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  • Bless you Kelli. The Universe speaks to us, always, bringing us back to our infinite presence, through sometimes horrifying experiences. You went through a hellish scenario but I see that you did not resist it, embracing it, and growing into an infinitely more powerful being. It’s amazing how we’re reborn through the most seemingly tiny and monstrously large experiences.

    Thank you for sharing with us.

    Ryan

  • Shauntay Vichelle Larkins

    Simply, thank you.

  • Christina Rae

    This is what I will never understand>>>”Other friends and family, including my boyfriend/best friend of nearly
    four years, vanished in the aftermath. Most did not even call to ask if I
    was okay, or if I needed anything.” I became totally and permanently disabled at the age of 35 – unable to work or live independently and had to move 3000 miles away from where I had created my life to live with my mom. One of my best friends, who had been friends with for over 20 years, stopped talking to me and ended our friendship with no explanation. After 3 years I finally pushed her to the point where she would explain why and she said “I knew you would be too isolated, disabled and living with your mom, and I couldn’t deal with what you would need from me, I couldn’t be THAT person.” ???? All I needed from her was to continue to be my friend as we had maintained a friendship for over 20 years. Another friend blew up our friendship a few years later. It is so infuriating how weak and cowardly people are and how easy it is for people to walk away when something horrible happens. I cannot even fathom doing that to someone. It has taken a long time for me to get over the hurt caused by these “friends” – all the while dealing with a progressive, degenerative disease and a complete change in the life I thought I would be leading as a 40something. I have a good life, I have friend, I am grateful for what I do have – that doesn’t change how much I have grieved for (and will continue to grieve for) all that I have lost. I have survived and continued, because that is what you do, but I have yet to find peace and happiness (almost 10 years on).

  • Jeevan/Mirthu/Gupt

    “If I wanted to eat ice cream for breakfast and lay under a tree in the park in my bunny slippers reading Stephen King, then by God, I was going to do it!” lol. This was a really beautiful & touching story; thank you for sharing…:)

  • Kelli

    I do understand how very, very painful that can be – soul shattering really. Maybe your destiny, like mine, is to be with those individuals you find on the path ahead of you…whatever the future holds and whomever is there to share the journey…never, ever, ever give up.

  • Kelli

    You are so very welcome

  • Kelli

    Thank you so much Ryan – that really meant a lot to me.

  • Kelli

    Thank YOU for the kind comment. I wish you every good thing in life.

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  • Katelyn D

    Thank you for sharing your story! You are, most certainly, a survivor, but beyond that, you’re a leader and a risk taker. You opened yourself up to change, you kept an open heart, and now, by sharing your experience, you are helping others know there is hope in heartache. Thank you again!

  • Kelli

    No – thank YOU.
    That was very kind and generous of you – and I so appreciate you taking the time to share that with me. Bless you.

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  • Elvira Jimenez

    Kelli, thank you for sharing this. Love, from Panama.

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  • Kelli

    You are so very welcome – love and peace to you!