Most of you probably know that there was a terrible storm here in St. Louis last Wednesday, and another bad one on Thursday that knocked out power to about 600,000 houses or something like that here. I was actually at Crown Candy at the time, and the power went out there so we got to eat chocolate shakes by flashlight. But that isn’t why I’m writing this post.
I’m writing because I didn’t lose power and my parents didn’t lose power. It made me feel, and still makes me feel, like such royalty. There are still some people without power, but I’m sitting here in my apartment, A/C blaring, surfing the internet. Oh it is so sweet.
And I only feel justified in doing this because 2 or 3 years ago when I was still living at my parent’s house, we lost power for 4 or 5 days. It was a really terrible time. I remember just sitting around every night, hoping that the power would come back, and watching my laptop battery slowly die. I seem to remember what we did most nights was sit around in my parent’s bedroom and look at each other. Then we’d go to sleep. And wake up, go to work, but come back and just look at each other again.
So deep down I feel very sorry for all of those families out there who right now are just sitting around, looking at each other. I feel your pain.