To the editor:
The power to my home was turned on at 11 p.m. Thursday night. It was wonderful to see the lights of the big KPL truck reflecting through the trees as it forged its way to my door. It was a rescue mission performed by two men who if you asked them were just doing their job. The men were bundled in coats and hoods. One of them pointed a flashlight up at a whole lot of something that I know nothing about: transformers, power lines, with voltage so high that it would zap you dead just thinking about it.
They mumbled something about how breaker 55 was the weakest link, and that it most likely was causing the outage. Mind you, they weren't there just to throw a switch and presto, power. Electricity is not a given. It comes from machines conceived, built and operated by man. The men had already been to my location once, and the solution was not readily obvious. These two unassuming men, their faces numb with cold, on a shift not measured in hours but in days, had to reason their way to a solution and indeed they did.
I don't know if it was breaker 55, or 57, or 155, but I know that when my heater kicked on in my house, and I put down my flashlight and unwound the scarf from around my neck, these two men on this day were not ordinary men they were heroes.
Gosh, we seem to complain a lot about this and that, but really, we are such a fortunate lot. Here's to man's mind and all it has created, and cheers to these two nameless men, like the millions of men and women all over the world who spend a good portion of their day and lives just doing their job.