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  Patricia Hammell Kashtock

Aka: Pat Kashtock. Mother of three, wife of one. BA in Social Work and Biblical Studies. Graduate work at Virginia Tech interrupted, then derailed by oldest child’s brain tumor...

My life has not followed the course I planned. But I am not complaining. Pain is to be expected in a world broken apart from its Creator.

The miracle resides in the ability to find joy when least expected...


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For What It's Worth

Each life is a journey. The voices of many guides try to direct us, saying, “This is the path – walk in it!” Yet each one leads in a different direction.

I believe only one Voice can be true. That Voice will lead us in ways most unexpected, into worlds yet undiscovered. It will lead us up the hill, around the river and through the forest. And sometimes, it will lead without mercy.

Or so it seems.

I have made listening for that Voice and following it, my life’s quest. I will share some of what I have heard that Voice say with you. But I am not in the business of telling people how to think or what to believe. Each has to decide for himself. Only you can decide if you find the truth of the Voice in these words. And only you can decide how much it is worth to know the Voice, and follow.

But for me, it is worth the whole world.

And then some…

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Not Noah

My elderly neighbor called early Thursday morning screaming and screaming. Her basement was flooding. Looked like the water heater, but wasn't sure how hers worked. Finally got it squared away. Got through to the company. They referred us to a plumber. We waited.

Thought I’d try to sweep the water down the floor drain. Then discovered theAnd it just kept a comin' floor drain had filled up. Time for a shop vac. But ours held only a gallon Was going out to buy a large shop vac as the other neighbor's wife didn't think they had. Called him at work. Found it. Figured out how to work it. Dragged the behemoth over.

And the water kept rising.

Mike said call the county water and sewer emergency number. By then a couple other people were there and everyone said no, the plumber is on his way. Wait. Plummer finally got there and snaked the drain hole. And snaked. But the "water" kept rising.

These neighbors have hundreds of cardboard boxes with tons of stuff organized, labled, then stored all along the perimeter of the house and in a storage room. Soaked. Family room, soaked. Piano, couch, tables, chairs. Soaked. The water continued to rise.

Plummer went out to the middle of the street and yanked off the manhole cover. Looked down. Stopped. Without turning the least, he slowly reached to his back pocket. He withdrew his tape measure and loosened it to feed it down into the manhole. I went over to see what he was looking at. Our reflections shimmered along the surface.


Finally, the tape hit bottom and he cast an eye at its numbers. "Hmmm," he said without a change in expression. "Six'n a half feet of water. In a ten foot man hole."

"How much is supposed to be there?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied.


“Nothing? As in dry?”


He grunted. “This is a county problem. You need to call the county. The emergency number. But I don't have that.”


It wasn't water backing up into their house...


Reader Comments (2)

How awful that so much as ruined in their basement. Mike was right about calling the county. Damage covered by insurance?

April 2, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterFrances Michaels

No -- in the case of flood coming from the sewer, regular homeowner's insurance does not cover. When this happened, we purchased extra insurance through Dominion Power.

But because the problem originated in the county sewer system beyond her property, the county covered the repairs. Generously. But that still has left an overwhelming amount of work to be done.

May 18, 2011 | Registered Commenter[Pat Kashtock]

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