I’m glad to say that I survived Irma! I was very blessed to have been able to ride the storm out in a sturdy house with my family back home. Even though Brevard Country was hit very hard, we were lucky enough to only lose a few tree limbs and one pool screen. The surrounding areas did not fare as well, unfortunately. There were many tornadoes that devastated neighborhoods close to where I live, and if that didn’t get them, the floodwaters did. I know many people whose homes turned into islands or even had standing water inside. Yet, they were also lucky compared to those who lost everything. For the residents of the Keys, words cannot describe what they are feeling. I couldn’t find a pool screen, but some can’t even find their homes.
In the wake of Hurricanes Irma and Harvey, I think it is appropriate to talk about being thankful. It might sound a little cliché, but it is times like these that we all truly remember what is important and valuable in our lives. For those of us that have experienced a hurricane, its quite scary to pack your lives into a couple bags, load up the car, and drive away from your home…the place where you had birthday parties and shared family meals. So many memories took place there, and within moments it could all be gone. Leaving all of that is a hard thing to do or even imagine…but millions of people have done it both in Texas and Florida these past few weeks. It can be done, but how?
Now this story might sound a little irrelevant at first, but bear with me…within the past year or so, my parents have been debating selling the house we have lived in for over 10 years. I can’t even count how many soccer and Gator parties (my parents are huge Gator football fans), Thanksgivings and Christmases, and just overall good times we have had in that house. When they told my two siblings this news, both of them begged my parents not to sell. “We love that house! We’ve had so many memories there. It’s our home!” It made me laugh when they said this because I couldn’t disagree more. Yeah, it’s a beautiful house, and of course we’ve had so many memories there but to me, that doesn’t make it home. To me, home is where my family is. I don’t care how many homes I leave behind, I will always find comfort in my family. There will always be new memories to make with them no matter where they may be.
So to tell you the truth, I wasn’t scared about losing the house, my car, or any of that, which might sound stupid to some of you. But honestly, as long as I knew my family would be there in the end, I was okay. Hurricanes teach us that there is no amount of “valuables” we could ever shove into a suitcase that will give us joy when everything else is gone. The only thing that can do that is a hug from your family and faith in God. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I’m not grateful my house survived and that I didn’t lose anything because I am. I’m saying that among all of those things, I’m most thankful that my family is still by my side. So maybe today, we can all take a moment to thank God for the family that is still by our side and for those that are watching over us from above.
- Just read the article this time 🙂