“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trees fell blocking our roads. Wires sagged heavily filled with icicles. Power and telephone lines were all torn down in our neighborhood. Households were without power — no heat, no lights since Thursday night.
I heard from the radio that hundreds of utility crews have been busy through days and nights. But our power here at home hasn’t been restored until now. My daughter has been sick all this time. The night when she ran a high fever every thirty minutes and so, we couldn’t bring her to the emergency room because we had to wait in line for at least six hours.
Last Saturday, it felt like we were sitting at the park even when we were in fact inside our house. We had gone to a different household in Leominster to stay overnight. They had power. They had heat. They had Christmas lights on.