Don’t feel like reading about how great Americans are, despite the political divisions?
I’ve been busy working with the American Red Cross, and they’ve been working in the south…tornadoes, and flooding. My condolences to those who have lost loved ones in these events. And, my sympathies to those who are watching the landscape of their world change. Rivers are washing away, or covering up and slowly eroding, house, home and treasure. Please heed the call of the sheriff’s deputies and emergency services and Red Cross volunteers on where you should go to be safe. You’ll find that those who go to a shelter are finding that those shelters are okay places to be. Sure, you don’t want to be there forever. And, a shelter isn’t meant to be a forever place, or even a place that you stay for more than a few days. A shelter is dry, safe place, where you can find food, and volunteers who can help you by providing activities for your kids while you’re busy on the phone with family, the insurance guys, your boss, or the motel/hotel people. The place is in your community. It’s not like New Orleans and Hurricane Katrina. You’re not going to be bussed out of your region. The people who are with you in the shelter might just be your next door neighbor.
To those who are hearing otherwise-Nope, there’s no great exodus from the Mississippi Delta. See, people don’t want to leave their neighbors. They like their communities.
Another story is that there are bars and restaurants open right next to levees and within sight and sound of diesel-powered water pumps. People are hoisting a few pints, glasses, of whatever, watching the water flow and sharing the moment with their favorite bartenders and wait staff. Oh, everybody’s got a story about someone they know, or love, whose property has been hurt by the water. People are handling the regular stresses of being part of “the sandwich generation” taking care of their kids and their elderly parents and juggling jobs while protecting home and hearth. But, heck? Who isn’t?
I like these can-do stories….these can-cope, will deal with it, will get on stories.
It’s the America that I like living in. It’s not the poor ignorant Americans stories. Suckers living in a flood plain. Of course they do. Their ancestors did the All-American thing along the rivers and trade-ways, put down stakes and earned a living…stake a claim and pass it down through the generation. What’s happening this month is a once in a few generations thing, and possibly once in a couple hundred year event. Things will get better. They have to. Americans demand that things get better. No excuses. Spend the money, but make wise decisions how you’re going to spend it. Let’s take care of each other because we all have a lot to lose if we don’t.
I like the good news, the chin up stories.
As a person who lives in an urbanized suburb of one city, within driving distance of another major city, who communicates to the world from an office desk, or sometimes, kitchen table, I like the stories of America that come to me. I like these stories of humanitarianism and compassion and heartiness. My America is a place people dream of being in. Turn off the TV awhile and tune into my America on the radio. Or, read through the web posts posted by those you worship with and the local Red Cross. Most every place has sent volunteers to disaster areas to offer a hand. Read the stories of helpers and those being helped. And, enjoy my America.