Today I went sandbagging with two school bus loads of high school students. We were called on to help fight the imminent flood coming to Moorhead, MN and Fargo, ND. It is team work in action. Everyone seems to get it - that there is little time to waste and that lots of help is needed. I didn't want to see it happen again. I thought the flood of 1997 was bad enough.
At that time we were living north of Grand Forks, North Dakota. When that whole city went underwater we had to prepare our home for the worst. It was a crazy time of moving things from lower floors to upper floors. Since we were also getting ready to move away, some of our stuff left the house on a flat bed trailer headed for a friend's garage on higher ground. I tried to forget the feelings of it all, but they come back. Especially when I spoke to a fellow teacher today who knew her home would be flooded. There was the confusion and the desire to do the familiar to keep from having to face the unknown and possibly the unbearable.
Our things may not mean the world to us but our security does - especially if we have children that we want to protect. We want our lives to go on as they have been without unnecessary expense and chaos. Somehow we make it through these times, but it's not easy and not easy to forget.
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