Tuesday, 07 April 2009 19:00

JERREL BINGESSER

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Submitted By - Sean Honer

I want to tell you about my best friend, Jerrel. Jerrel and I entered the trade a couple of years apart. I went to a utility and he went to the contractors. Both of us loved our trade the greatest job in the world, we would tell each other. We both grew up together in a small town and enjoyed the travelling, we were both able to see a little bit of the U.S. by way of line trucks. We did just like any other lineman told stories about what we had done and seen, every pole was a 100 all leanin' and shell rotted, pots were all blind, every long distance call would bring a new story. On August 6, 2008 I got a call, only this one was from Jerrel's sister, sobbing I knew something was wrong, on that day I can honestly say my life changed forever. Jerrel, had been killed on the line. Alot of memories came to mind, we had spent alot of time together on river bridges, in a boat, sittin' in a tree row, drivin' down a country road. These are all things that anybody else may have done but you never had so much fun until you had done them with Jerrel. When I think of Jerrel I think of a man who would do anything for his family, someone who was always willing to help out a friend. I want to leave you with this you never know when something might go wrong in this trade or any other. So call that best friend you haven't called in a few days. Tell them a story, get together and go fishin' do whatever it takes to have a good memory to think back on. Watch your pole buddies back and thank your foreman. They will bring you home to your friends and family and you can do the same for them. I miss my friend, and I hope you got to know a little bit about Jerrel. Thanks

                          

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