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Both Bad And Good From Hurricane Harvey


Last weekend we went to Houston to visit our son and his family. Like so many others, they were victims of Hurricane Harvey.
They live in a nice neighborhood just outside Katy. Well, it was a nice neighborhood before the storm. What really caused the catastrophic damage was the opening of the two nearby reservoirs.
One of the worst parts of this disaster was that they and their neighbors received no warning about the chaos that was about to be unleashed upon them. I find that inexcusable.
You can’t tell me that someone at the reservoir suddenly decided to release torrents of water on a whim. The Corps of Engineers had to have given such a serious decision some thought first. Yet all the neighborhood knew was that their homes suddenly were being flooded by water. Most homes in the area had between four and five feet of it, totally ruining the first floor of each home.
We’ve all seen the photos of piles of debris waiting on the front lawn to be picked up. What you can’t see is the pain on the faces of people who have lost wedding albums, pictures of their children, a little girl’s favorite doll . . .
You can replace sheet-rock, mattresses and appliances. But our memories can fade without visual reminders.
Still, some good did come out of Harvey’s destruction. Friends of our son who had moved away from Houston recently, offered him and his family their house for as long as they need it. These wonderful folks said it was just sitting empty. They don’t even want any payment for their generosity.
Another act of kindness happened when members of our daughter-in-law’s Moms Group arranged to meet them when they arrived at their new home. The Moms Group members arrived in SUVS with all kinds of furniture and other necessities they would need.
These are the things that are priceless. Kindness, caring, stepping up to help – you can’t put a price tag on them. They don’t bring back all that was lost, but they do help people to heal. It will take time, too. I can’t begin to imagine how traumatic that storm was for children.
Can you image being five or six years old and seeing water rising up the staircase in your home? The one place you always felt safe in? And then going back to see the aftermath – everything from your home thrown away, soaking wet, in your front yard.
One piece of good news. Our little granddaughter, who is five, was really crushed about the loss of her doll, Bebe. Our daughter-in-law scoured stores, eBay and any place else she could think of, trying to find a replacement. Just as she decided that it was hopeless, she located the much loved doll. That should go a long way toward healing our sweet little granddaughter.
It’s not always easy to see the good when a tragedy occurs. You have to look for it, even wait for it. Most of all you need to hang on and keep hoping.

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