Clark and I were actually going out on a date the other night. It turned out to be an eventful night due to a really bad thunderstorm. Of course the elevator decided to go out on our way out and we were stuck inside!! Thankfully we were by ourselves. Pretty much my worst fear, awesome. We unfortunately had Connor with us, due to having to drop him off at a friends house to watch him. We were in the elevator for a good 45 minutes. It was so hot, and then the alarm started going off which made it that much worse. Poor Connor was so confused about what was going on. We planned on him pretty much going straight to bed, so we didn't have many toys with us (good thing umbrella's are fun). We started signing "please" "bye-bye" and then pointing to the door, over and over again. Poor buddy.
We had to wait for firefighters to come rescue us, but they were busy putting out a fire in the neighborhood, which is why it took them so long. Looking back, we should have taken a picture with them or something with Connor as a memento, but we were all a little traumatized and were running WAY late. The firefighters put down a latter, then we climbed out, and had to climb down to the next level. since we were stuck between floors. It was pretty crazy.
When we got out, I was planning on just taking the stairs down, no way was I getting back in that elevator to go down. But the firefighters insisted I take it down, and sent a firefighter down with us to make sure everything was okay.
The next day was fast and testimony meeting @ church. Clark gave a touching testimony about our experience and being rescued by the Lord. He would be able to pull a spiritual something out of this experience (what a good guy I married).
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