At first silent and hidden, the deep turbulence in the Gulf of Mexico was waiting to rise to the surface. Who knew the future of the storm? Who knew the extent of the storm? Who knew that water would virtually fill familiar parts of Houston…a city populated by 2.3 million people? Who knew about the inevitable and ensuing destruction of fun and lively Port Aransas? Who knew about what dismal travesty Hurricane Harvey would bring to Rockport and Victoria…and on and on and on. Who really knew?
No rhyme or reason. Warnings. Disbelief. Some stayed. Some left. Decisions. Who will help the helpless? Who will help the very young and the very old? Where to go? What to take? Why?
And yet…the resilience of of the hurricane victims is unbelievable. Volunteers who own boats very quickly arrived to assist the professionals in the hundreds of rescues. The First Responders have worked alongside unknown helpers…people who saw a need and dropped everything in their lives to respond to the crisis. Just as I was writing this post, I heard the following statement on the evening news by a Houston resident…
“We have been blessed by the virtues of strangers.”
AND WE ALL HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY OBSERVING THE ACTS OF THOSE STRANGERS.