First, let me say that the power crews did a great job in spite of all the adversity they encountered. I live on Winter Street, and my daughter and her family live on Wingfield Street. I had passed by her street earlier that day and noticed it was blocked by four bucket trucks. I gave her a call to see if she was OK, and she was.
Later that evening, she called to tell me what had happened with her two boys. She was in tears. She said that afternoon the boys were missing. They are ages 6 and 5. She thought they might be playing hide-and-seek, but when she could not find them she panicked. She prayed they had not gone out to the power trucks.
She did find them at one of the trucks – it was the last one they had visited. She said a power worker told her they had gone to each truck and given all of the workers Valentine’s Day candy – all of theirs – and told them what a good job they were doing.
I could focus on the bad and complain about the inconvenience we had during the storm, but it’s things like this that make me grateful for the things we really have.