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A passerby seizes the moment; observes it and gathers information. Then he moves on to the next stage in life. To be a passerby, you must know where you're going, choose the right elements of your experience and let go of the world and all its things. You must move on all the time.

December 16th, 2008

Ice Storm

 Ice Storm in Fitchburg
“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.

Why I Blog

This way to my Dashboard!This world is a bridge… and I am only passing through it. As long as I live, I am on the road travelling. But I prefer to leave a trail of what I’ve learned from my every battle, struggle, valley and mountain. Life is transient. And time waits for nobody. So I must grasp every bit of life’s lesson in any way I can to write on this blog. Everything I have and everything I am will one day be forgotten. But this blog “may stay” a little longer online after I’m gone.
    ---- Maria Marien, Blogger.

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