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One would wonder how {and why} I neglected to blog about the fact that Zachary called 911 over a month and a half ago.
I mean
seriously. It's
prime blog fodder and it involves Zachary.
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We'd just gotten home from shopping and I laid my cell phone down ~ and forgot to move it out of reach. The kids went outside to play and I was in the living room
working and had the screen door open to keep an ear on the kids.
That would be when I heard my phone ringing ~
far off in the distance.
It took me a minute to put two and two together and race down the porch steps in search of the phone. I found Zachary huddled underneath the workbench, desperately trying not to be seen ~ and failing miserably.
After I grabbed the phone from him I saw there were a few missed calls and I flipped through the dialed calls and panicked when I realized that 911 was rather prominent on the list.
There were two messages on my phone from the few short moments he had the phone and after I listened to them I quickly returned the calls from the 911 dispatch operator. The voice on the other end reassured me that no vehicle had been dispatched yet because they wanted to confirm the emergency.
Apparently they were told that a house had been hit by lightning and burned to the ground.
Fortunately for me, it was a beautiful day without a hint of lightning. Dispatch laughed and told us not to worry about it {thank the Lord!}.
After talking to Zachary, we found out the full details. A past visit with some very friendly firefighters....and a little boy who just wanted to talk to those firemen, so he decided to call and chat. In his four-year-old ramblings he told them all about a house that had been hit by lightening and burned down near a friend's house almost a month prior.
Truth, yes. Trouble ~ absolutely.
