Hurricane Sandy brought down tree branches in my yard, but the damage is minimal. It took about an hour to remove the debris. At one point I bent over to pick up sticks and could barely stand up. My back spoke to me, “What the hell are you doing? You are not in your twenties anymore. Slow down!” I admitted defeat and went inside looking like The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Sandy wasn’t as kind to a dear friend of mine. Nine feet of water poured into her home in Brooklyn. Furniture, clothes and appliances were ruined. Even the car seat for her unborn child was destroyed. Her vehicle floated away and was found overturned on a sidewalk. I can only imagine how helpless she feels. She is nearly 8-months pregnant. Anyone with a child knows how delightful those last few months of pregnancy are. You can hardly walk, things are sticking out of your butt and sleep is hard to come by. I also had what looked like a port wine stain on one side of my face. Bottom line is she doesn’t need this stress. My heart aches for her.
The images coming out of New Jersey and New York City show unimaginable devastation. Insurance won’t cover much. I just heard an interview on CNN with the mayor of Hoboken, NJ who is pleading for the government to send the National Guard. There are still people trapped in their homes. However, the rest of the country doesn’t seem to be as concerned as it was after Hurricane Katrina. Not everyone who lives in Manhattan is wealthy. Will Hollywood have a fundraiser for people on the East coast who lost their homes and/or belongings? I know we are doing everything we can to help our friend. If you can’t do anything else, please pray for her.
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