Storms

Exactly twelve years ago I flew into Shreveport, Louisiana

and spent the night just outside of Baton Rouge on the floor of a church

surrounded by some folks who were fleeing a disaster

and others who, like me, were heading right for it in the morning.

Over the next couple months I saw some of the most heartbreaking

and devastating things that I had ever seen

but my heart was broken before I even made it to New Orleans

as I passed by the exodus heading for dry land.

But at times like these, you see the best of humanity

and I certainly did as people from all walks of life,

every race, creed and color helped one another

and proved to be the epitome of community.

It’s like that with disaster, whether it’s a hurricane or manmade,

people set aside both difference and ignorance

and wade through toxic water or through rubble

when their neighbors, or even complete strangers are in trouble

and they rise up despite the strength of the storm.

It’s human nature, stories like this are the norm

but when they show us the picture on tv

we only get one word out of a thousand

and we never here about the heroes

saving the lives of their neighbors

and even complete strangers

when we are the Gods

who send the storm.

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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