Checking my phone for the time, I saw that I was a few minutes early. I got out and headed to the west side of the building where Mike told me the entrance was. As I walked, I noticed all the damage to the building. While many of the windows were boarded up and the burned up wood cleared was out, there were still signs that a fire had ripped its way through the structure. My imagination took hold of my mind as I envisioned what the flames could have looked like as they reached out of the now boarded up windows and up the sides of the building. Coming around the side of the structure, I found the door. There was a laminated sign that read: Men of God. Reaching for the handle, I pulled the door open and went in. I walked into a room that was fairly large and open. It reminded me of the warehouse that my father’s shoe business operated out of. The floor was concrete and had a smooth feel under my sneakers. A few chairs were scattered in a circular shape a few feet over to the right.
