After suffering through the recent ice storm with the loss of power, and losing parts of the trees we fought so hard to save during the time of construction, I have been thinking about the kind of scars that will be left upon the citizens on northern Arkansas.
Within myself each time I noticed other street lights on around me, I felt less and less significant to those making the decisions. I felt as though I was living in a second rate neighborhood that didn't matter to anyone but me and the 30 or so other people living in my neighborhood. Those making the decisions said they were making decisions based on need. The rank was hospitals, nursing homes, police, fire and the high risk people; the ones with life threatening medical needs. Then simple tasks were done because they could be completed quickly. Next came the repairing of lines and finally replacing poles. But as they moved into the neighborhoods it became obvious to me that power was being restored to the "country club" set before others. This seems counter to population density and thus my reasoning that we (me and the neighbors) are not as important to those making the decisions.
Let's return to the title of the post "Scars" and the reason I have a picture of a tree. You can tell that this tree has been through @%$$ but yet it contiues to stretch its arms heavenward and its roots reach deep into the soil. Despite the many traumas it has seen, it contiues to perservere. As time passes we Arkansans will heal; we will continue to maintain our roots and our faith in the Lord. Our scars will not be visible but we will remember them and hopefully those decision makers will reevaluate their doling out of the work force.