Needless to say, Floridians deal with their fair share of hurricanes (the worst one I've ever been through left my family and me without power for 10 days. Ugh). They are always terrifying, even when you become somewhat accustomed to the idea of them. That said, 'round these parts, we've been known to joke about hoping for a tropical storm or hurricane day so we could have time off work—storm days are the South's version of snow days.
That doesn't seem so funny now.
In some ways, I can empathize with what my friends, family and countless others in the Northeast have to wrap their heads around today—opening your eyes after a night of listening to the wind howl and the rain lash against the walls of your home brings with it a specific kind of trepidation that I've definitely felt before.
But in other ways, I can't even imagine waking up to the kind of destruction and flooding I'm seeing online today. All I can say is that I'm thinking of everyone affected and hoping that they and their families (including their pets) are dry and safe and warm, and if they're not, that they're able to get that way as quickly as possible.
The sun will be out again soon.
xoxo
P.S. The stories about the nurses and hospital staff who manually ventilated sick babies and carried them to safety are amazing, as are the countless others about firefighters, police and other emergency personnel who braved the storm to help others. Kind of restores your faith in humanity, doesn't it?
Photo by Tim Gilbreath
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