I can’t imagine walking outside to see my home and neighborhood in shambles. Walking the streets looking for loved ones. Surviving nature’s fury. Wandering around for help. Looking at my cell phone clenched in my hands watching the battery slowly fade. Searching for understanding, pondering next steps, waiting for normalcy. Listening to the sirens, the shouts, the cries. Panicking in desperate attempts to figure out what to do. Shaking in fear, carried by adrenaline. Praying. Hoping. Waiting…
If you’re able to help, by monetary donations or by sending supplies, please do. These lives have been turned upside down for lord knows how long. May their faith sustain them. May we help them.
Life will continue to be a gamble. It will continue to be uncertain; calm one minute, in disarray the next. That is its existence. To be undetermined, to not be defined. It will act according to its nature. We are along for the ride. From one wave to the next we go. Holding on and riding them as best we can.
