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Friday, December 23, 2005
A Christmas Story
Yesterday, our air conditioning company began work on an installation for Dr. and Mrs. D. In their late-seventies and very much in love, they were victims of Katrina and had 7' of water in their beautiful home for over three weeks. Our installer called in to say that the home had no power. When I suggested that he run an extension cord to a neighbor's home he just said,"you don't understand".
I arrived in the neighborhood about ten minutes later, driving through blocks and blocks of flooded and destroyed homes and flooded cars, to find a home that was totally gutted on the first floor. A water line was 6' up on their front door. The carpet on the spiral staircase began on the step at 8' off the floor.
Dr. and Mrs. D arrived a few minutes later from their temporary quarters in Franklin, LA and apologized for not having power. He said that he had been promised for three days that the utility company would be there to activate power to the newly rewired home. We decided to bring in a generator so we could continue our effort to restore their home.
An hour later, an Entergy truck pulled up and got power to their house but told them that they couldn't use it until their electrician came in to make sure that everything inside was safe. We continued to work by generator.
This morning we decided that we would focus on getting heat to the second floor and we would take responsibility for turning on the power. Four of our guys worked tirelessly for two days to make it happen.
I walked in this afternoon to see lights on upstairs. Dr. D was sitting at his desk upstairs reviewing paperwork. His wife was in another room sorting belongings and watching soaps. They both came out and hugged me and said that they now had lights, heat and hot water...the house was finally becoming a home.
I asked them where they were spending Christmas and they said, "here, of course". They were home. And tonight the light in their upstairs bedroom will be the only light visible for twenty square blocks.
- posted by J-Birds @ 6:03 PM |
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