Monday, August 29, 2011
The group I was in worked on this house. When we arrived the ground was covered on all 4 sides with shingles. We spent hours cleaning it up and the men worked on the roof. The woman that owned the house was so grateful for the help. She said it was overwhelming to see all that needed to be done and to not know where to begin. It took 6 of us 2 1/2 hours to clean up her yard from the debris, can you imagine how hard that would have been for her?
I am more grateful for my life and the home we live in. I know that it can taken at any moment. We sometimes forget that we are not in control. I know I do!
From out of the rubble by the school we found some items that had blown from the houses over a block away. Pictures, baseball cards and this basket that contained a vase and a hurricane lamp. The hurricane and the vase were undamaged, yet the outside speakers and light poles were twisted into knots and barely recognizable. I brought the hurricane home as a reminder to me of how delicate life is and that it is truly a gift.
The top is the Hospital. I love the one of the school. The only letters remaining were "OP" after the tornado. Someone added "H" & "E" with duct tape and carved eagles into the damaged trees.
I am amazed at the HOPE they have.