It has been more than 5 years since I have written here for public consumption, with the exception of trying to start over 3 years ago.
This storm has brought up a lot of feelings of inadequacy in the ability to help those who have been effected and continue to be so.
Clint has been active in the community by rescuing those stranded he could get to in the truck and by opening the bar to feed those who need it and first responders who don't have any choice but to be out in this mess.
I am so proud of everything he is able to bring to our community. However, it has me feeling as if there is more that I can do.
So, I sit in my not flooded home and contemplate what I can do. My doors are open to anyone who needs a place. But is this where I can be of the most use? Is the churches volunteer sign-up the place for me when I will return to my corporate job when the road are clear enough, when the majority of the clean up work will be happening?
Where can I be of the most use?
My thoughts are brought back to October of 1994 when I was a 14 year old high school freshman. The situation was quite similar if not nearly as dire. By the time my parents returned home from work, they couldn't drive into our neighborhood. They had to walk to our house where we each loaded a laundry basket to carry back out. Little did we expect, our lives would change forever. The expected minor flooding ended up being 14 feet of water in our home.
It was a week before the water receded enough to clean up the devastation. That was followed by looting of the belongings that were left in our home.
I remember staying the the homes of one of my closest friends for a few weeks while my parents tried to find an apartment that hadn't been flooded and wasn't already full from those escaping the damage. I went to one of the local churches to find a few additional outfits to the ones that I took out with me. It was a loss of self to not have my own belongings, but more so, to not have my own clothing.
In light of the current devastation, I can't bear the thought of children, my daughters age feeling the same things I was feeling. I cannot prevent those feelings, but maybe, I can help someone feel a little bit more at ease in their own skin by having their own clothing, something that can bring comfort. If nothing else, I can wash clothes for those who currently find themselves without the resources or time to do so.
It doesn't seem like it is a huge task, and it certainly isn't anything the parents trying to secure a safe location to reside for the family should be focused on. So, please, let me help in some small way, that can make a giant impact.
Much love to you Houston, Cara
Day 23: Here goes nothing!
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