A Request from One of our Members... 

On Friday December 12th started like any other workday, our lives changed in an instant.

I received the phone call no spouse is ever prepared for: Connor had been seriously injured on the job. He fell approximately nine feet from a scissor lift, struck multiple pipes on the way down, lost his hard hat, and hit the concrete headfirst. He was rushed to Lahey Hospital, where he spent days in the ICU on a ventilator, sedated, fighting to survive.

Those first 48 hours felt like a nightmare we couldn’t wake up from.

By the grace of God and the incredible medical team, the bleeding in his brain stopped. But the road ahead became clear very quickly severe head trauma, swelling, pressure on the brain, and an uncertain recovery. Doctors prepared us for a long, difficult journey filled with unknowns.

Today, we are grateful to say Connor is home. That alone is a miracle. But the reality of recovery from a traumatic brain injury is something no one can fully understand until they live it.

He is currently in intensive therapy physical therapy, occupational therapy, and speech therapy three times a week each. Our days are filled with doctor appointments, specialists, and the exhausting work of relearning skills most of us take for granted. On the outside, Connor may look like himself again. But on the inside, we are rebuilding from the ground up.

He still cannot hear out of his right ear due to multiple fractures behind the ear from the impact. He has a blood clot in his jugular vein that requires ongoing monitoring. Doctors have told us that full recovery could take up to a year, and even then, we may be learning what his “new baseline” will be.

With a TBI, every person’s recovery looks different. There is no straight path, no timeline we can count on only patience, hard work, and hope.

Right now, neither of us is able to work. I have stayed by Connor’s side through every step, because this is a fight we are facing together. But the financial strain is heavy. Daily expenses and travel to appointments, and the loss of income have created challenges we never imagined we would face.

I have never been someone to ask for help. Like many union families, we’ve always found a way to push through on our own. But this situation is bigger than us.

That’s why we are humbly reaching out to our union family for support.

Anything you are able to give no matter how small will go directly toward helping us focus on what truly matters: Connor’s recovery and getting our life back on track. Your support means more than just financial help. It means knowing we are not walking this road alone.

We have already seen incredible progress. Small victories like improved balance, clearer speech, and tiny steps forward feel like huge wins in our world. Those moments keep us going. They remind us that healing is happening, even when the days feel long.

To everyone who has already reached out with prayers, messages, and assistance thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Your kindness has carried us through the darkest days.

We are hopeful. We are grateful. And we are taking this one day at a time.

Thank you, Local 131, for standing with one of your own.

With sincere gratitude, Mrs. Connor Lepage