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Of all the things that could go wrong today this was the worst. Hi, I’m its Saki here and this was probably the worst day of my life. And no I’m not be melodramatic. It started out bad then progress to terrible, then horrible, now it’s at the worst. I wish I had a time machine like Back to the Future so that I can start this day over. Oh well.

I woke up twenty minutes late. Apparently the power went out some time while I was sleeping. When I woke up my alarm clock was just flashing numbers. Now I have to rush and get ready for work. If I want any hope of making it there on time. Quickly I brush my teeth, hair, and get dress. As I am preparing to walk out of my house I can’t find my boots, no wait correction, I can’t find my boot. There is no way my supervisor, Jonny, will let me work without my boots. Where can a big yellow steel toe boot go anyway? Ahh here it is, it fell behind the trash can. I have my boots on, work gloves, vest, and my hard hat is in the car. I lock up and run to the car. I hop into my car, put the key into the ignition and guess what? It won’t want to start. Seriously? I do not have time for this. Just as I was about to call in sick to work, I see my neighbor leaving and ask if she can give me a ride. Thank God she said yes.

We make it to my job, I thank my neighbor and run to meet up with the crew. Thankfully most of the guys are standing around talking and finishing up their coffee. I wrap my hair up into a ponytail put my hard hat on and wait for the whistle to blow. There it goes. I grab my chain saw I begin felling trees and chopping logs for the rest of the day.

While getting ready to leave my supervisor called me to his office. Saying that he has something he’d like to talk to me about. A few months I had applied for a promotion. The promotion is a supervisor position for another crew of tree climbers and trimmers for the next town over which is Huntsville. All the guys and myself believed that I was a shoe in. I’m a certified arborist for goodness sake. When he requested me to his office I thought he was going to give me the promotion. After the day I have been having it would be a great boost.

I sat down across from him and he began talking. Basically he told me that after great consideration and review unfortunately I will not be promoted. Blah, blah, blah. He said some other stuff but I stopped listening. All I could think was I can’t wait to get home. What else can go wrong with this day?

I walk out to the lot looking for my car. Like a dummy I forgot that it wouldn’t start this morning and I had to get a ride to work. Now I have to find a ride home. And everyone has left already I have no choice but to walk the seven miles to my house. After a long day of felling trees, pruning, and lopping this was the last thing I wanted to do.

After a couple hours, I made it home. I was hot, sweaty, smelly, and hungry. But first I have to call my mechanic to come get my car so it can be service. After completing that task I took a shower. Ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I was so tired and drained I decided to go to bed early. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. I lay down on my bed in hopes of falling asleep. With my eyes still closed I hear a loud sound. Is that a chainsaw? I work all day hearing this noise now it’s in my dreams? I turn over praying and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

It was seven, no ten years ago. I was sitting on my front my porch. Drinking a warm cup of chamomile tea. It was a long and eventful day. One of those days where life takes you on a roller coaster. And there is nothing you can do about it but go along for the ride. Well, I had just finish bathing my youngest at the time and laid him down in his crib. The sun was just getting to set. I’ve always loved this time of the day. When everything is winding down for the night. The sky is aglow with the most beautiful colors. The reds, the oranges, the pinks, the purples, it never fails, every time I see a sunset it astonishes me. I don’t remember where my husband was at the time. Maybe in the garage, that’s right he was in the garage working on the old Chevy Camaro. Men and their toys right?

After some time I hear the roll of thunder in the far distance. Follow by the flash of lightening. The weather man been predicting storms all week and we have yet to have one. And its summer. So it’s not uncommon to have a little thunder and lightning without the accompaniment of rain. Of course I didn’t move off the porch. I stayed in that comfortable wicker chair glider lazily rocking and sipping my tea. Before I knew I was being awaken by my husband. “Wake up Alexis, wake up!” He said, “Get the kids we have to go into to the basement!” Mind you all my life I have been a hard, death like sleeper. It’s a gift I have, I can sleep through anything except the cries of my babies. That’s the only sound that will penetrate my coma like type of sleep.

As I’m jolted awake I hear the siren going off, the crack and pop of limps being whipped off the trees. The wind is blowing, rain coming down in droves. Creating a sheet it seems, I can’t see down our driveway to the mailbox that’s about twenty feet away. I guess that weather man was finally right.

Clark and I grabbed our three babies and rushed downstairs to the basement. It sounded like a war was going on outside of our home. I can only imagine the damage that’s being down. All I can do is pray that the damage is minimal and our house remains intact and unscathed. We were down in that basement for what felt like hours but was probably thirty-five minutes. Our kids fell asleep curled up in our laps. My husband and I kept our selves busy by playing cards. There was anything any one of us could but wait it out. So that’s exactly what we did, we waited that storm out.

After about thirty-five or forty five minutes we no longer heard the sound of the siren or even rain. My husband said to me, “stay here Lex, I’m gonna check outside, if it’s safe I’ll holler for you and the kids to come upstairs.” Clark went upstairs and I could hear our front door opening and shutting. Not too long after that Clark yells, “ya’ll can come up, the storm has passed!”

As we all stood on the front porch surveying the damage. Thank God, our house, garages, and cars were fine. Just a few little limbs fell onto to them. But the pool and my vegetable garden was ruin. A huge oak tree was uprooted and landed right on top of the pool and in the middle of my garden. I turned to my husband and said, “Clark it’s late, let’s put the kids to bed and we can handle all this in the morning.” He agreed and we took the kids upstairs to their rooms. Laid them in their beds kissed them goodnight. Then Clark and I got ready for bed. I remember thinking lying there drifting off to sleep, I have to find a number for a tree service to removed that oak from the pool.

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