The Arborist Story – Take 4 – Power

“911, what is your emergency?”

“The power line behind my house is on fire. I need the fire department quickly. Hurry!”

“Hold one moment.”

“Fire Department. You said the power line behind your house is on fire?”

“Yes, sir, please come right away.”

“What are you doing to put the fire out?” the fireman asked.

“My neighbor has the water hose, and he is squirting water directly at the fire, but the hose is a little short, so he’s hitting it as best…..”


“Why?” I asked innocently. I guess one could argue that it wasn’t the smartest question to ask at the time.


“Hey neighbor, the fireman said to drop the hose NOW!!”

“Has he dropped the hose, ma’am?”

“Yes, sir, he has.”

“Ma’am, do you realize he could have electrocuted himself had he made full contact with the water? You cannot put water on a hot wire, ma’am.”

I responded, “No, I didn’t realize that. We’re sorry, we didn’t know.”

Rest assured, I have gotten smarter since those days.

Then he asked me, “What happened that the power line caught on fire?”

“My other neighbor is trimming my tree, and the branch fell on the line and caught fire.”

“Is the fire out yet?” he asked.


“It is now. The fire is out now, yes, and so is the electricity to the entire neighborhood. Actually to all except my house. I still have electricity.” 

Oops. There’s going to be a lot of people upset at me. I started thinking maybe they wouldn’t put two and two together. Or would they?

“Ma’am, we’ll be right there.”

“Oh, thank you. But do you think you could call the power company? We need them too.”


My neighbor up in the tree cranked his chain saw up once again and managed to cut another limb off when the fire department arrived. When he saw them, he quickly turned it off to listen for his name being called to come down from the tree like Jesus called Zacchaeus. My neighbor was a wee little man; a wee little man was he. I crack myself up sometimes. I really do.

Two fire trucks parked in front of the house, and six firefighters came strolling into the back yard. They didn’t see smoke or fire, so they were in no hurry. Honestly, I think they just came by to get a true vision of what happened. Of course, the guy I talked to sought me out pretty quickly and lectured me on water and power lines. But that wasn’t the end of it.

Be back next time because the saga continues.

Proverbs 8:1- “Does not wisdom call out? Does not understanding raise her voice? On the heights along the way, where the paths meet, she takes her stand; beside the gates, leading into the city, at the entrances, she cries aloud: To you, O men, I call out; I raise my voice to all mankind. You who are simple, gain prudence; you who are foolish, gain understanding.”

Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Thank you, Lord, for that love. In your name, I pray, Amen.

In His Service


The Arborist Story – Take 3

Bridge to Grace – a nonfiction novel



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