Do you realize you may have saved two lives on that cold November 5th morning? Earlier in October, I had made arrangements to have some changes made to the TV programming in my apartment. The appointment had been set for November 5th between 8AM and 5PM. On Sunday, November 3rd, my sister Gertrude came from St. John's to visit me in Grand Falls-Windsor. After a day catching up on the latest home and family gossip, calling family and friends, and watching TV, we retired at a half-decent hour. The next morning we went shopping and spent the afternoon at a friend's home playing cards and sharing the day. We finally went to bed at 2AM. At 9AM the next day, my telephone rang, waking me from a sound sleep. I reached to answer it quickly so I wouldn't wake Gertrude. It was the Rogers TV man. "I'll be there in 10 or 15 minutes," he informed me. I jumped out of bed to get dressed. My bedroom carpet was soaking wet and icy cold. I ran to the bathroom and stepped into about two inches of ice-cold water on the floor. Besides that, I could sound like fast running water. My first thought was, "Oh, I must have left the shower running." I checked it and found that I hadn't. Then, "I must have left the tap running and clogged the sink." I hadn't. I ran into Gertrude's room and stepped into another soaked carpet. She was sound asleep. "Get up, get up!" I screamed. "We're being flooded!" She jumped out of bed in her see-through nightie, sharing my shock on feeling the icy water. Her slippers, which were near her bed, were soaking wet. At that point, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door in my pyjamas, and opened it; it was the Rogers TV man. "Come in, come in!" I yelled, "We're being flooded!" He didn't hesitate but I'm sure he must have wondered what the heck was going on. He was with two elderly women, running around in their nightclothes and screaming about "the flood". He could also hear the sound of fast running water coming from somewhere. He followed the sound and followed himself in the bathroom with its flooded floor. It didn't take him very long to find the cause and stop the deluge. He took a photo with his cell phone and showed us the broken pipe. By this time the water had reached all the way through the living room and to the front porch. God alone knows when the pipe broke or how long the water had been running. When we went to bed at 2AM everything was fine. We all knew by then that our hero couldn't possibly do anything with the TV, so he said he would leave now and that I could make another appointment when things cleared up. He left with our undying gratitude and closed the door behind him. This was the time for us to get dressed, we thought. I went to my bedroom to get my wet clothes while Gertrude brought hers to the living room, the only half-dry place in the apartment. She stripped off her wet nightie and was drying herself when the front door opened. It was our hero, but he was a perfect gentleman and closed the door quicker than he opened it. After she dressed, she went to the door and found him still patiently waiting. He told us that he had asked our next-door neighbour for permission for us to use her bathroom facilities. What a thoughtful man! All from his own kind concern, too. After making sure we were all right, he left again. That night, we stayed at the Mount Peyton Hotel in Grand Falls-Windsor and the next morning, we were kindly allowed to share a room at Lane's Kingway Living, the beautiful new retirement home there. I'm still living at the home, having been accepted as a resident, but Gertrude has returned to her home in St. John's. I am sure neither of us will ever forget the day we met our hero. I hope that Rogers can identify our hero. They can be justifiably proud of such an employee. Margaret Rose Grand Falls-Windsor   Submitted By: NULL