Several years ago, we had a huge storm here in the northeast which took the power out for days. As I recall, the temperature hovered around 30 degrees (not cold for us) but by the second day, our house was also that temperature and things that we took for granted, like being able to flush the toilet, were no longer functional. We kept expecting the power to come back on, but the forecast by Niagara Mohawk was not good. At 5 a.m. we bundled up (even more) and headed to town for coffee.
Luckily the West Village Market had coffee, heat, WiFi and working bathrooms! I was feeling optimism and appreciation….until I went on-line and started looking for a generator. We had talked about buying one before but never got around to it. Now I, and every other person in the northeast, was looking and there was not one to be found.
We headed back home. Many times, when Jack and I hit a “crisis” situation, I am the one who can keep an optimistic attitude. I know the power that attitude and emotions have to line us up with good solutions. But I forgot all this that morning. I did not even feel a drop of hope inside…could not pull up one positive thought and wasn’t trying. We drove past Endee Electric, and Jack said he was going to stop in and see if Bob knew where we could buy or rent a generator. I said, “Jack, don’t bother him now. He has probably been out all night on calls.” Jack drove past and then stopped and said, “I am going back. It will only take a minute and I really want to”. I was annoyed. I imagined myself sitting in the car for 1/2 hr while he chatted with Bob, coming out no further ahead.
I sat in the car wondering if we should check into a motel, if the cats would be warm enough, if the pipes would freeze, if the basement would flood without the sump pump…all sorts of negative thoughts took over as I sat in my gloomy little space. Jack came out of Bob’s a few minutes later and got into the car, turned to me and said, “Bob has one generator left and he is coming by at noon to hook it up.”
I was stunned, delighted, and so grateful that I had been wrong….that Jack had not joined me in my bad attitude but kept his balance. He had never felt as pessimistic as I did during this situation, so he was able to find a solution that worked.
We lost our power again last night at 1 a.m. and Jack immediately hooked up the generator and then stayed up most of the night, to make sure everything was running fine. As we talked over coffee this morning I noticed that he wasn’t upset that he lost sleep or that there was yet another storm… he said he was feeling such gratitude for having a generator. I agreed. I was also feeling gratitude for the generator, but even more than that, for his attitude on that winter morning a few years ago.