I was a resident in that building it was around 3:30 in the morning I woke up to someone banging on the door. I was concerned on why they were banging at the door until I saw an orange flashing light from the window. I quickly went to my room, and put on my coat. I didn't bother to get my phone, or my glasses, or anything else that was important. I just rushed outside the apartment with my mom. And because of the stranger who kicked the door down to warn everyone that there was a fire, I am alive and I am grateful. That man was an angel. Sent straight from heaven. And thank goodness that he saw it. 3 hours later, we were allowed back in the apartment to get anything we need. But when I walked in, I was shocked to see that everything in my apartment was destroyed. Every room, every appliance, everything was destroyed. I started to cry, since me and my mom have worked so hard to buy and make these things in the first place. We had help from the Red Cross, and they gave us almost $600 to find a hotel to stay in until we can find a new place to call home. Starting today, this will be one of my most traumatizing days in my 14 years of existence