When Sherry Hall woke up unexpectedly early on Thanksgiving morning and decided to take a stroll around her neighborhood, she had no idea that she’d be changing the course of a family’s life forever
My eyes clicked open to a still-dark room. As the mom of three young children, I was used to rising early, but this was ridiculous. The bedside clock glowed 5:30 a.m. It was Thanksgiving Day. I groaned internally so I wouldn’t wake my husband. He would have to drive us several hours to get to our family celebration.
The year was 1996, and though we had lived in our home for a few years, I had not ventured out into the neighborhood often. It came as a surprise to me then when I suddenly found myself getting out of bed, dressing, putting on tennis shoes and heading out for a predawn walk around my block.
I must have been halfway around the large circular block before I really woke up. I thought to myself, What in the world am I doing? I could be sleeping for another precious hour! But when I rounded the last curve and neared my home, instead of going in and climbing back under the warm covers, I walked past my house and continued around the block again. I could not explain why. This happened again, and then again.
The sky began to lighten to a wintry gray, and it promised to be a frigid day. I continued to walk.
Then, on my fourth lap around the neighborhood, I suddenly smelled the very strong odor of natural gas. I could not tell exactly where it was coming from, but the