Recently we’ve struggled through difficult times here in our community, . . .
. . . but Boy, Oh Boy! Do we feel lucky!
We live in a partly flooded town where people work wonderfully together to help each other — above and beyond what we could ever have anticipated.
We’ve had unbelievable support from our elected representatives! Such an efficiently organized system, and one that we-in-need welcome with open arms.
Volunteers prepare and serve us breakfast, lunch and dinner in the community centre and/or deliver these tasty, welcome meals directly to our flooded streets where other volunteers taxi them to our doors by whatever watercraft is available. Engineers and counsellors and other experts in their field regularly check on us to be sure we’re okay. Loving neighbours have baked bread, or cooked bacon, or donated dozens of eggs. We get our exercise slugging around heavy, water-soaked sandbags for each other. Firemen and soldiers and local businesses have brought us muffins, and pallets of sandbags, and plastic sheeting, and hoses and . . . coffee. Others have generously “gassed-up” our demanding water pumps in the middle of the night so we could sleep rather than go out in our waders in the dark every three hours. Others give us generous hugs and listen patiently to our stories.
I don’t wish this experience on anyone, but boy, has it shone its light on the beautiful people around us! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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