The Sun Above the Clouds

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The Sun Above the Clouds


In Paul Hebert’s The Sun Above the Clouds, travel back to an age of taming the raw, Canadian land by hand, and follow through to the present, as Paul tames his soul, through tragedy to personal triumph. After suffering through an early life of alcoholism and abuse, Paul had found his calling, crawling up electrical poles as he had seen an Indian do when he was a kid. He loved his career as a power lineman. But brawls in bars and blackouts haunted him. Through sheer determination, Paul brought himself to find patience for others and love in life–for heli-skiing and for the woman he was about to marry. But just days before his honeymoon in Hawaii, Paul was struck by 28,000 volts—the force of a nuclear explosion—in a work accident, nearly killing him, and sentencing him to a life of surgeries, depression, near-death experiences, and the loss of both feet and his right hand. Find out how, through the love and help of others, Paul learned not only to love himself again, but to help thousands of other people through speaking and writing, and to once again be truly happy.



You actually don’t need much to be happy. In the old days we had a cistern, a concrete tank for storing water. We had a 32-volt generator and batteries, about enough power in them to last us close to a week. We had a radio and we would only listen to maybe two or three hours per day. Hockey night in Canada was special, too—we never missed a game. Ever. I remember a lot of the old players. If it was cold we could listen to radio stations from far away, like in Edmonton. Remembering it now, it seems like just yesterday, those days were so great. And I was amazed watching those men back then climb those early electrical poles. All I needed was a chance to get into the trade. And I remember the old Indian friend of mine who told me about the sun above the clouds.

Learning to survive hard times is important, but it’s the good ones that break us if we’re not careful. The abuses made me tougher. The abuses made me smarter. The abuses, I believe, made me wiser. My dad’s beatings made me tougher and harder. I would not feel any pain. It was like hypnotizing myself—I blocked it out because once my dad started he wouldn’t stop until you passed out, and this happened more than once. I know now he needed help. The accident changed everything. And it all takes time. Pain is something to overcome in time. Educate yourself. Play smart. Forgive yourself. Today, I’m not bitter. As part of my own recovery, I had to learn to forgive myself. I had to learn to forgive others because the hate and the anger were killing me from the inside-out. And once I dealt with those things it felt good—I was at peace with myself.