A November to Remember

My Day started off on November 8 2018 with a heavy heart of the unknown that was unfolding by the hour. Were the friends my wife and I had a the Borderline ok.
As I left the house that Morning I Drove to Moorpark Rd in Thousand Oaks. I Stopped and Hugged the first Sheriffs Deputy I had come apon. I hung a American flag on a traffic light pole at Thosand oaks Blvd and Moorpark rd and continued on my day repairing Power company's trucks.
Over the next few hours of phone calls and worrying about who was lost and and who survived my destiny was unfolding infront of my eyes. After the Hill And Woolsey fire the next few weeks I Spent in and out of the fire zone helping Electric crews restore power and crews working to clear road of down trees.
Meeting the Community members in a new light. Strong people brought to tears unknowing if there house was still standing, or of if thier animals had made it through the raging fire. I was called to service to check on property's with in my Travel's in the fire Zone to give answers eather way. Sometimes I cried with Joy that the outcome was favorable but mostly cried with sorrow comforting strangers that had lost everything. I found my Voice and I found my words to comfort in the time of crisis to strangers who had lost hope. I saw the Ventura County Commity and its kindness grow day by day.
I made some rescues of pets left behind as the homes were burning all around me. And saw Tragedy around every bend in the road and over every hill for miles. I work 14 to 16 Hours Daily for weeks on end answering call for help. Most of the time I was alone and Isolated for hours at a time with no communication from the outside world. I found peice that in Small way I had a chance to make a difference.
Every morning I would try and make it to the Rock store to check on the small Comunity that was cut off from civilization and bring the news from out side the fire zone. And small supplies that they needed to ride out the disaster. The people in this small Community were a bright light in my day sharing stories of our experiences.
I wish I could share just a fraction of my experience from those unbelievable Noveber days and check on how people I talked to and help are doing today. I think about this everyday wondering if I made a difference in the outcome there recovery from such terrible times.

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