A year ago today I got a call... one of those calls I've dreaded for years and thank God... never received... until this day. The call informed me that my husband had been in an accident at work. That he was being taken by ambulance to the hospital and I needed to get there pretty quick.
You see, he's an electrical lineman. That means dealing with the wires, cables, transformers, etc., that keep your lights turned on. Most people haven't a clue what kind of voltage these guys work with. On this particular day, while starting to work on a transformer that he was told was off, and showed all signs of being off... it blew.
It blew fire.
It blew fire in his face.
13,200 volts!
To give you a comparison, there's 120 volts when you turn on a light switch.
God was watching over him that day and spared his life. And many good things came from it like better safety measures at work, more checks and balances, fireproof outfits, etc.. and a lot more training for all. Now, my husband isn't a rookie at this profession. He's been doing it almost 20 years... but stuff happens.
So tonight we're having a celebratory dinner in his honor... to celebrate that he's still here with us, to laugh, joke and drive us all crazy at times! LOL
And this December, I'll still have the love of my life with me to celebrate 25 years of marriage.
We don't take the days for granted like we used to... don't you either! :o)
Blessings my friends!
