Praise To The Unsung

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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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            There again we see those who take care of people, work again without sleep, in challenging weather, to get electricity and other services back to the people.  We are spoiled here, used to flipping a switch and getting what we want, what we are used to, what we need in our connected world.  I hope we are also thankful for those who help us get these services.  
            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.

It begins
                                     
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.