When Your Pity Party Gets Shut Down

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  This Christmas season, my wife and I went to the beach, a post-Christmas, Merry-Christmas-to-us present. We arrived on Friday afternoon and talked about what we could do and where we could go for our fortieth anniversary in 2021. We continued the discussion the next morning until we received a series of text messages. They came from our middle daughter, whose family was staying with us. A tree had fallen and wiped out our power line. Pictures depicted how the line had bent the mast pole, yanked the lines out of the meter box, and fried the inside to the…

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