A man and his parents are boating in a no wake zone. Another, bigger boats speeds right through there like nobody else is on the water.
It causes waves and rough waters for the boat they are on. The man is screaming at the other boat driver to slow down, the other driver doesn’t even look back at that point.
It doesn’t seem like anyone else is around then so is the man overreacting at this point?
He knocked on the door expecting a signature. Instead, a terrified 8-year-old boy ran straight into his arms...
James has driven the same route for six years. He knows the houses, the dogs, and usually, the families.
But the house on Highland Avenue always gave him a bad feeling. Usually, the blinds were drawn, and it was too quiet.
Today, he walked up the path with a box, scanning the label.
Before he could knock, the door flew open.
It wasn't a parent greeting him. It was 8-year-old Ethan.
He was wearing Spider-Man pajamas, barefoot on the cold concrete, and his eyes were wide with terror.
From deep inside the house, James heard the unmistakable sound of shattering glass and a man’s slurred, angry screaming.
Ethan didn't wait for the package.
He bolted through the screen door, running straight into James’s legs, burying his face in the driver's uniform.
"He's hurting mom!" he sobbed, his little body trembling violently. "Please!"
James didn't check his schedule. He didn't drop the box.
He dropped everything and scooped the boy up, rushing him away from the porch and toward the safety of his truck.
A neighbor, who had been watching the disturbance from her yard, was already on the phone with 911.
James sat on the back bumper of the truck, positioning himself as a human shield between the boy and the house.
Ethan was hyperventilating, terrified his father would come out.
James just wrapped his arms around the shaking boy, ignoring the cold.
"I've got you, buddy," he kept whispering, rubbing the boy's back. "You're safe. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe."
They sat there for ten agonizing minutes until the sirens wailed down the street.
Officers stormed the house, taking the father into custody and ensuring Ethan’s mother was safe.
James stayed right there on the bumper until the very end.
To the company, he was just a driver behind schedule.
But to the boy in the Spider-Man pajamas, he was the only hero who mattered.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
Kyle Ferree, a 26-year-old journeyman lineman and proud member of IBEW Local 2100, tragically died on November 6, 2025, while performing routine work to reconductor a power line in Oldham County, Kentucky. He was employed by Louisville Gas & Electric/Kentucky Utilities (LG&E/KU) and had six years of service in the field.
Born on August 4, 1999, in New Albany, Indiana, Kyle was a devoted husband to Hunter Roach Ferree and father to daughters Everly and Anderson, with a third child, Brooklyn, on the way. He was remembered by family, friends, and colleagues as a loyal “family man and friend” with a “million-dollar smile,” who loved the outdoors, hunting, and fishing. A graduate of Corydon Central High School, he lived in Corydon, Indiana, and was known for his strong work ethic and reliability, especially during challenging conditions like storms.
The exact details of the fatal accident have not been publicly disclosed, but it occurred during line work, a high-risk job that involves climbing poles and handling live electrical lines. Kyle’s death has prompted questions from his family and coworkers about workplace safety for linemen, who often work in hazardous conditions without widespread public attention.
Memorial and Community Response
• Funeral: Services were held on November 11, 2025, at Gehlbach & Royse Funeral Home in Corydon, followed by burial at Woods Chapel Cemetery in Ramsey, Indiana. Memorial donations were directed to his family.
• “Last Call” Ceremony: In a deeply emotional tradition among linemen, Kyle’s IBEW crew gathered around his truck for a final radio call. The dispatcher cleared the airwaves, honoring him with words like: “This is the last and final call for Kyle Ferree. He has climbed his last pole. His hooks are hung. After six years of service, his work here on earth is done.” Crew members then checked out one by one over the radio, a raw display of brotherhood that has gone viral, underscoring the dangers of their profession.
• Support Fund: A campaign through Help a Hero/NSUJL was launched by his work family to assist Hunter and the children with essentials like housing, bills, childcare, and counseling. Donations go directly to the family.
Kyle’s passing has resonated widely in the IBEW community and beyond, highlighting the sacrifices of utility workers who “keep the lights on” often at great personal risk. Tributes describe him as “God gained a good lineman today,” emphasizing his impact as a husband, father, and brother in the trade.
🚨 THE FINAL RADIO CALL EVERY LINEMAN FEARS - AND AN ENTIRE IBEW CREW BREAKS DOWN
They gather around his truck. Silent. Still. Every man bracing himself for what they’re about to hear.
Then the dispatcher’s voice comes through the radio:
“Clear the airway.”
“This is the last and final call for Kyle Ferree.”
“He has climbed his last pole. His hooks are hung.”
“After six years of service, his work here on earth is done.”
“Kyle, may you rest in peace. Although you are gone, you will never be forgotten.”
“Kyle, you are now clear of duty.”
“Rest in peace, brother. Go with God. We will take it from here.”
And then - one by one - the crew checks out over the radio:
“2:08 checking out.”
“2:11 checking out.”
“2:17 checking out.”
“3:30 checking out, little buddy.”
“3:35 checking out.”
“3:36 checking out.”
And on and on… each man saying goodbye in the only way linemen know how.
Kyle Ferree was an IBEW brother.
A father of two with a third on the way.
A husband. A friend.
Gone in seconds during routine line work.
No reporters.
No speeches.
Just raw loyalty from the workers who climb in storms, ice, and darkness - and know this could have been any one of them.
Who’s really looking out for the people who do this job?
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We discussed some of the company’s investments to improve the region’s energy systems, as well as their work to increase efficiency and sustainability.