U Gotta Be Kiddin Me

I woke up to no power, to silence that was silent you could hear babies crying down the road in the apartments. To listening to people honking their horns and when I walked outside, I saw everyone of my neighbors sitting on their front porches. It was odd, it was peculiar. To me it changed my life. We lost power at a little after Six in the morning. The previous night I was visiting a friend down the road, and oddly enough we were discussing her tree right in front of her house. I told her, that if a storm ever hit, that I hope it falls the other way. The next morning I got a text from her. "You cursed me, tree on house!". I was crushed. I started crying. I called her to make sure she was ok. She was. Phew. But to even get to her house is another story. When I first turned on to the street by my house, I knew I was in for a treck to even get there. Downed power lines, blocks long. Every road down to her home was blocked by downed trees or power lines. Our main busy road, John Deere Road was blocked from two different ends. Which meant, no one was going anywhere. Two main power poles toppled over like toothpicks even though they were metal, just broke in half. I finally made my way down to her house having to drive around all the downed trees it was so no easy to do. In her neighborhood alone, every single house was affected by they trees. EVERY HOUSE. The neighborhood looks bare today. When I clicked on our local website qconline, it had to put the grim reminder of what happened last year. I learned one thing, to always be prepared.