I stared out across the smooth slopes of the mountains by our destroyed farmhouse. The flames stretched out as far as the eye could see across the horizon, engulfing and incinerating every single home in sight. It reminded me of Fortnite when massive bombs and fire shots would deminish certain characters and levels in the game. Most people from what we had seen had taken off and ran into the ocean to ensure that they wouldn’t be burned alive during this random raging inferno that didn’t seem like it was going to stop at all. Joe, the fattest Simoan I had ever met, was there next to me as we gazed across the blaze of so called “glory” watching our Hawaiian heritage go to shit once we realized that being colonized by the mainland would truly result in our demise as a Hawaiian culture. He always was the happiest man I knew. So big and jolly and carefree with his long black hair and greatness of God gold cross that he wore around his neck always. He was so funny and was always full of laughter and positive statements in life. Seeing him turn to tears and fear made me realize that we were dealing with something very different here and that our last days as a Hawaiian culture may be amongst us unless the town figures out really quick on what should be done to end this raging, blazing catastrophe. When we were kids we had actually lived not to far away from these exact slopes that we stood upon. As kids we would stand upon this one hill about a mile away from where we currently had the pineapple farm and lay in the grassy fields while we smoked some good trees and reminisced about our childhood experiences. The thought of having to start over from scratch after our families had spent four generations in creation, innovation, and endearing livelihood of our heritage made me start to tweak and feel as if I had been the left over spoils of war in a wrecked tumultuous scenario of displacement and dismembered colonial disarray. Joe and I continued to gock at the raging inferno of disasters wondering just how these fires had started and spread to literally all of the properties that were in view and stretched as far as the eye could see. Joe knew we were totally screwed on the business because he had already cleared a loan for $500,000 to get new soil beds and outdoor hydroponic systems to ensure that the farm would deliver and yield the highest quality product and purity of pineapple greatness. It was a deferred interest loan with a 10 year stipulation on reimbursement and at the end of the period we had actually planned on potentially taking out an additional loan to supplement our land with more expansion in a different industry possibly in textile production. Wow, the sight of the Hawaiian Blaze really made me wonder what in God our saviors name was doing to us to show us this side of life that we had all yet to see. I felt as if a lot of what my parents had taught me was demonstrating to be 100% accurate on how you can’t ever be too sure and certain outcomes that we look for in life can or may fall short if there’s a vision that doesn’t line up with God’s path for you. At the end of the day it looks like no matter what happens, there’s a lot that we just can’t control at all!!