Static calls brings a dedicated Frontier woman on line

Friday morning, I had to call my transplant coordinator to do my every two week check-in. I have to confirm that I am not sick, no infections, no colds and no coughs. I could hardly hear his secretary as the static was overwhelming and the dialing in tone of a modem added more noise.

I thought to myself, self, you need to call Wendy from Frontier. How are you going to hear that one very important phone call? Your new life is about to begin. We've had an ongoing problem with our phone since we moved into our new abode-static, malfunctioning Internet, line completely down and the list goes on. Meanwhile, we have met Travis, Jeff, Hello, neighbor-a Frontier man, who lives in Bainbridge and greets all his neighbors this way (remember, Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood) and Wendy. The last time Wendy was here, she insisted on giving me her cell phone number and her home number too in case I needed help. We still continued to have these problems, but instead of calling Wendy, I just persisted in making calls about my transplant.

Well, I finally said enough is enough and broke down and called Wendy. She said she would be over as soon as possible as she was in the neighborhood. I explained that I had a doctor's appointment and would leave the back door open. I told her I was sure she knew her way around the house as she has been here several times already.

While on the phone giving Wendy all the necessary details about the malfunctioning phone, Wendy said she was glad that I hadn't called the previous week as her father had passed away and she would have felt bad if she couldn't have helped us. Well, I immediately offered my condolences. She said her dad had not come in for breakfast from the barn and when they went to check on him, they found him in the milking parlor. She felt it was befitting as he spent most of his time there and apparently loved what he was doing. I agreed with her. Living your life doing what you love is truly a gift.

She mentioned the difficulty of having a stepmom and feeling bad for her, I gladly volunteered to be her stepmom. She laughed and concurred that I would make a good stepmom. After saying our farewells, I wrote her a sympathy card and naturally placed it on the phone, so she wouldn't miss it.

When I returned home, there was a note waiting for me-Mom, I think I've got you fixed and if the phone starts misbehaving, just give me a call. Her note continued on in the same vein until the end, when she thanked me for my kind card. She signed off with Love, Wendy.

That evening , she called from home to verify that all was well with our phone. My newly adopted stepdaughter had worked overtime that day, but still took it upon herself to make sure all was right with our phone. I couldn't ask for a better stepdaughter.

May you have static free calls and if you need a repair person with a heart of gold, call Wendy.