I want to thank the Fire Department of the City of Revere for coming to my rescue in an episode that could have been fatal.
I am 83 years old and I am living in Beachmont. On Friday, February 8, 2013, during the blizzard, the electrical power went out at 8:10 p.m. I didn’t think much of it at first, assuming it would be back on shortly. At 2:10 a.m. I woke up freezing.
It was then I realized this was no small matter. I called 911 and got the Revere Fire Dept. where I spoke to Captain Todisco and informed him that I was out of power. He in turn informed me that they were aware of the situation and that a transformer blew out in the area.
I then asked if the rest of the city had power, and he told me as far as he knew, we were the only ones out at this time. I then asked if they could take me out of my home and bring me to my office on Foster Street; at least it would be warmer there. He told me that they could do nothing at present but in the early morning they could be able to do something and he would keep me informed.
At 7:10 a.m. he called me and told me the shifts were changing and he would inform me as soon as he knew when I could get help. In the meantime, I told him I thought it would be better if I go to my sister’s home on Revere Beach Boulevard. There were no cooking facilities in my office. He asked me to call her to see if it was all right for them to take me there.
Naturally, my sister quickly said, “come here.” He called me back to see if the arrangements had been made and then told me that in about half an hour or more, someone would be down. At approximately 8:00 a.m. I received a call from Deputy Chief Glen Rich who told me that he was right outside my door with one fire engine with three or four firefighters.
What I didn’t realize was that both the front and back doors were packed with over two feet of snow and I was literally encased in the house without a way to exit. The firefighters quickly removed the snow so that I was able to get out. Deputy Chief Glen Rich took my arm and ordered another firefighter to take my other arm while we descended down the stairs. I told him that I thought that it was alright, I could walk, and then Glen replied, “It is slippery here—you might slip and fall.” He was so caring.
He took me to his vehicle and brought me to my sister’s house, helped me out of the vehicle, holding me, walked me right to the inside of the building and didn’t leave until he was sure that I would be fine.
I want to thank everyone that was involved in getting me out and all the compassion and genuine concern they demonstrated. God Bless you.
P.S.: The story doesn’t end here. On Feb. 12 I decided to write a letter to the editor, but the only name of the person I had was Deputy Chief Dan Rich. I called the fire dept. one more time and spoke to Paula. I explained my story to her, and asked if anyone could help me locate the name of the other person involved. Again, Paula went out of her way to get me the name of Captain Todisco. Thank you, Paula.