A major fire occurred at the Kiss night club Saturday in Santa Maria, state of Rio Grande do Sul in Brazil.
My heart stopped when I saw the first news reports this morning. I have a friend (whom I’ve never met) in Brazil. I do a lot of voice over work for him via the internet. He sends me scripts, I send back files. I’m all over the place in Southern Brazil on industrials, websites, voice mail systems, and assorted media products. He’s in Santa Catarina but when I saw the first reports his area was mentioned. I know he’s a club kind of guy.
First stop: Facebook. Sent him a message to make sure he was alive and with us this morning. Response in under 10 minutes. Wrong state. Thank you, God, for sparing my friend.
And now, let’s all thank God for being alive this morning and say some prayers for the people who were injured or killed last night. Don’t forget their families and the first responders who had to bash through walls to get into the building.
I never would have imagined this scenario in my youth. Tragedies like this made the back of the paper a week later. Now it’s real time. I am able to reach out to my friend real time. And the world is a smaller place. Al Stewart said the world has “grown no bigger than a pocket handkerchief.”
Google maps show the story: my friend was in a club in Florianopolis just a 9 hour drive away when this fire happened. I’m thousands of miles away and knew about it within hours. God knew about it as it happened.
Small world, smaller Kingdom.
