if anyone would please spell and grammar check this for me i would be very grateful! Please put any changes in bold so i can see where i made a mistake
Dear Diary
Today was one of the worst days of my life. Everything is lost.
My day was insignificant until about 9pm, I was just finishing up dinner when I received a phone call from Jim Norris. It was totally out of character for him to call me this late
As I answered, all I heard was “Carl you better get down here” Jim hung up.
I realised there must be some emergency down at the store, I hurried out of the house leaving everything as it was, the TV screaming and the dishwasher was running. As I left the house I heard the cries of a mob and the air thick with smoke, and in short I was afraid.
As I drove to the markets, I noticed the vast police presence. Their sirens lit up the night sky with howls and flashes. It was then when I noticed the source of all the smoke in the air; my store had been set alight in the riots. I felt my legs give way as I collapsed to the floor.
When I had summoned the courage to arise from my helpless state I took a glance at my store, all the memories, the good times, my reputation with the locals and my livelihood all set ablaze by merciless thugs! Anger flooded though my body, all I could think was what I had I done? This was all pushed onto me, for thirty years I had served the community loyally, went out of my way to help others. This was my reward?
It was early morning when the fires where put out, I requested the emergency response team to go in and attempt to salvage my remaining belongings. Crossed my fingers and prayed that my diary was not burnt to ashes.
Heartfelt thanks to anyone who is able to help out, could you please put any changes in bold so i am able to learn from my mistakes
Dear Diary
Today was one of the worst days of my life. Everything is lost.
My day was insignificant until about 9pm, I was just finishing up dinner when I received a phone call from Jim Norris. It was totally out of character for him to call me this late
As I answered, all I heard was “Carl you better get down here” Jim hung up.
I realised there must be some emergency down at the store, I hurried out of the house leaving everything as it was, the TV screaming and the dishwasher was running. As I left the house I heard the cries of a mob and the air thick with smoke, and in short I was afraid.
As I drove to the markets, I noticed the vast police presence. Their sirens lit up the night sky with howls and flashes. It was then when I noticed the source of all the smoke in the air; my store had been set alight in the riots. I felt my legs give way as I collapsed to the floor.
When I had summoned the courage to arise from my helpless state I took a glance at my store, all the memories, the good times, my reputation with the locals and my livelihood all set ablaze by merciless thugs! Anger flooded though my body, all I could think was what I had I done? This was all pushed onto me, for thirty years I had served the community loyally, went out of my way to help others. This was my reward?
It was early morning when the fires where put out, I requested the emergency response team to go in and attempt to salvage my remaining belongings. Crossed my fingers and prayed that my diary was not burnt to ashes.
Heartfelt thanks to anyone who is able to help out, could you please put any changes in bold so i am able to learn from my mistakes