Backyard BBQ Fit For A Hero!

Weather was picture perfect, company was, more than perfect, and my cheddar cheese and bacon burgers with deep fried potato wedges, and fried green beans went over well! All my friends called all day; "Where are you?" "How come you’re not here?" "The fishing is great!" were all ringing in my ears, and I heard this ring all day long!
First of all it was a spectacular day weather wise, and I’m sure there were a lot of fish being caught on all the major tributaries in Northeast Ohio, but I could not go out and play, not that I didn’t want too, but I have a valid and nerve racking reason why not, and it has nothing to do with my recent surgery.
Last week, on Thursday my son Dominic wanted to spend the night at his cousins place, since we had plans for Good Friday and the Easter week-end. Of course we said it was fine and thought nothing more about it, as my wife and I headed for home. About 5am we were both startled awake by my brother and sister-in-law, with the kids in tow?? Whaa? Was all I could muster that early in the morning, when my brother said the unit just a few doors down caught on fire and everyone was evacuated! Holy Shit that woke me up, and I said come on in and sit down.
So the kids, my nieces and nephew, and my son did a little camp out in the family room and
on Friday, the next day my brother and I decided to drive over the Condo’s in Willoughby to see if the fire Marshall would let them back into their Unit to get some things for the kids to wear.
I walked around to the side that had the most damage, and that Unit was completely gutted! The Units on either side had heavy smoke & water damage, and almost every Unit was touched somehow.
When he was allowed back in, we walked through the door and closed it behind us and you couldn’t even smell the smoke that was wafting through the Condo’s. We went upstairs to my nephew Tony’s room and looked out his window. Couldn’t hardly see a thing everything was black! So I quickly went back outside and around the stairs to the landing and walked to his bedroom window and as I got closer, I felt this big hole in my gut, and when I saw the outside of the window I was shocked, breathless, and welling with emotion as I realized my Son and Nephew were just inside the glass that almost melted from the smoke and heat!
As I walked around I got to speak with a couple other residents who could not return to their Units and they all told me my brother was the one who raced around to all the Units banging on the doors and yelling "Fire, get out!"
He even got the fire extinguisher and gave it to the woman who said "Help me! My place is on fire!" and had to tell her how to use it before going from unit to unit and then waking his wife and kids to get out of the building. By the time everyone was out from all the units, the first responders were arriving on scene and shortly the fire officials were in charge and began to put out the fire. This was at 2:49am and when they spoke with all the residents, they soon realized my brother had done what he did, and he said to them; "I’m not a hero, I just helped everyone else get out, and maybe they would hopefully do the same for me!"
When I realized how close this has touched my family, I soon began to plot my backyard BBQ for the Hero in my life right now, and not even consider fishing this week-end, because I was giving my brother his reward for just being aware that night, because he told me, they hear people yelling all the time, and for some reason he said; "I had to look out the door, something crawled up the back of my neck when I heard Help me!" And that’s when he sprang into action! Nice job bro, you really did a great thing, and this BBQ is for you......Fish On, Breathe On, Live On, and most of all Right On!