I am a survival

 

            Dear editor,

                       

                        I am a survivor from the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. I am writing this letter because I want to tell you the story of how badly it really was to be in the fire. I also want to tell you ways you can prevent it from happening again. I was on the eighth floor were it all started. I was in my section just about to sew my last button on the shirtwaist I was making. All of a sudden I hear Rose Stravinsky tell Mr. Ruben, the boss that there was a fire. He then rushed to get the fire bucket but he made the mistake of not poring it exactly on the fire. Due to his mistake the fire grew and got worse. That’s one of the things that will need to be prevented. Bosses need to make sure they know exactly how to stay calm and aim exactly at the fire. My little sisters and I both worked at factory, but I begged them not to work there it was to much for them and they wouldn’t be able to handle it. The day of the fire I remembered I felt a big regret of not trying hard enough to talk my sisters out of it. Once Rose said there was a fire I new something bad was going to happen. So the first thing I did was find my sisters before it got worse. I looked and looked but they were no were in sight. The smoke made it even harder for me to find them. If the factory inspectors would check each year that fire hose works the fire would of never gotten worse. I wanted to look on more time for them before I go in the elevator. I wish I had found them sooner so we can be the first ones to be in the elevator. But I didn’t let my wish fail. I tried even harder searching for them, yelling and running then I heard a reply from one of my sisters. It was Briseyra the youngest one. I ran to her as fast as I could and saw that she was with our other sister scared out of her wits. Chelyla was badly hurt, she had a burn on her leg, which made it hard for her to run so we can head to the elevator before there is no room. Briseyra and I pulled her up and ran, while we were running I can see the elevator a few feet away and noticed that it was really full, so that made me more scared and ran faster. I pushed my sisters in the elevator and the manager said no more room for the others. I felt happy that we made it but I felt bad for the others and told him to come back and save them. He nodded no and I started to cry and started praying for them. When we were out of the building all I can see are people just staring at the building, I felt hatred for those not doing anything. From my experience I know that if there were more fire buckets, have inspectors check each year of the water hose is working and to have fire drills to make sure people are calm and for them to know what to do. If we would have had those things happen, then there would of never been a fire and people would of survived.