I remember back when we were in our early teens, he was trying to start a fire in the little stove in the 2 car garage to do some work on something...probably work on a car. He had thrown some more gas on the fire 'cus he thought it went out. It still had a spark and it blew up in his face. I remember him screaming and I was outside doing something. I saw him run outside the garage and I tackled him in the snow as he was on fire. I made him lay there and ran inside and called 911. They responded as fast as they could and took him to Saranac Lake General Hospital. He was taken very well taken care of and came home wrapped in bandages. I was so greatful that he was alive and really came out with little to no scars. I was also greatful that I was there to save him or he would have been worse...or dead. God had a greater purpose for him and wasn't ready to bring him Home yet.