Perspectives: PRETTY IN PINK
I think this five week period of superlative personal demands are finally passing, and it’s good to look outward again. Almost all the “superlatives” have been good – but they were personal. I’m eager to write about things we have in common.
One of which is “Matthew.” A not so good “superlative,” and that puts the recent “demands” on me into perspective. The affected region is so huge, that it’s possible you know someone who is going to be greatly troubled by the coming of this hurricane.
My own sister, for one:
She lives under those pink lines – where Florida used to be.
My sister lives on the coast, right in the middle of that smallest blue circle, the bull’s eye, so to speak. She’s ten miles or so south of Cape Canaveral, where that little V-shaped piece of land juts out into the ocean.
One time, about ten years ago a big hurricane was passing over the house where my parents and sister lived together. My sister called me up during the worst of it and I could hear banging and crashing in the background. So exciting!
Then she said “You ought to hear the wind!” So she opened a window and stuck her cell phone outside. Unbelievable roaring — until I heard a little scream – “Part of our neighbor’s roof just tore off and blew across our back yard!”
Technology! Puts you right there in the action!!
I’m being flippant. It isn’t our way to “evacuate” (apparently) and my parents and sister had a difficult few weeks following that hurricane. Water and cleaning supplies were very hard to come by in the hot, humid, flooded aftermath.
And many this week will wish that Matthew had never come by.
When I travel down to Florida I see these in the driving lanes, signs, symbols, necessary to know what they mean.
I must be getting old. The longer I watch the development and the movement of Matthew, the more I think evacuation is a good idea.
For those who can.
Pink is not so pretty when it aims a hurricane at you. They need our prayers. Miracles can happen even within a Natural Disaster.