While I may have a few thousand miles between my home state and Texas, I can see you. It may not be in person but I can see you through the many images coming fast and furious on the television screen. And, while I may not see all of you and only what the media shows me, I see a bit of your heart.
I’m heartbroken for you, Texas. Sometimes miles can place a disconnect in my heart at times. “It’s not happening here” mentality if you will. I think, those poor, poor people and continue on with my life. Yet, this morning, I feel differently.
I saw image upon image of water surrounding those affected by the hurricane and flooding. I saw children and parents trying to survive. Elderly, those with illness, women with swollen bellies getting and waiting for help.
I see firemen, medics, police officers, military personnel, Red Cross, doctors, nurses, and many brave humans helping others through their own exhaustion. I remember the famous words of Mr. Rogers’ mother when she told him, “Look for the helpers. You’ll always find people who are helping.”
May I remember you, Texas, today and many days to come when I start to whine about this or that. Thanks for the perspective. Never quit helping. Stay strong, Texans.
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