Since our terrible fires last June, I have become so thankful for those who work hard to keep us safe. Those firefighters worked with less sleep than seems humanly possible, in dangerous conditions, to save homes, the habitats of both humans and animals. This past week, and just two days ago, storms, rain, and then snow hit the eastern side of our country, and millions lost power, while others lost even more.
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Then I remembered a poem about repairmen I had saved that pays tribute to all those who take us from lost to saved, actually quite fast. Every day I hear about a repairman's good deed, often working overtime to do this work. I am grateful.
The poem's title: Telephone Repairman
by Joe Millar, whose website is here.
All morning in the February light
he has been mending cable,
splicing the pairs of wires together
according to their colors, and the rest is here.
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Imagine repairing this.