Dear Editor,
Remember when school would start and your teacher would ask you how you spent your summer vacation?
While
school is now a dim and distant memory for me, last summer is anything
but. I spent about ten days of it, flat on my back in the Regina General
Hospital, after a near-death experience.
It all started on a dark and stormy night in late June. Like many other folks living in a huge area of the eastern prairies, we suffered property damage in the thousands when a dangerous "plow wind" of well over 100kph struck about midnight, while we were in bed.
(Sadly, it was consistent with what our top scientists have been warning us about for decades: That the climate we humans are changing by our addiction to fossil fuels, is bringing "weather events" which have become way more severe and frequent than they once were.)
The wind buckled our garage door (above), damaged our car
inside, blew the tops off several of the spruce trees in our shelter
belt and brought down two of the largest, brushing our sun porch and
barely missing our house (below).
Some days later, I was cleaning up
the debris when it happened. I developed the kind of chest pain I knew I
couldn't ignore.