![]() I wondered how many of the people whose physical homes had been destroyed by this monster hurricane had also once felt the stinging winds of disappointment as their dreams fell around them like a barren wasteland. What I had dreamed, worked hard to build, what I had planned, planted, nurtured, cared for, and tended once looked just like the scene I now beheld outside the confines and safety of my car. Unfortunately, that is not at all how it turned out. In my mind, it probably would even have had a fancy bow tied around it as if it had been a package of sorts commemorating some splendid occasion. ![]() I had pictured my own “white picket fence”, my storybook cottage kind of house, and my perfect little family, complete with a “happily ever after” to nicely button things up. I had embarked on my life’s journey with big, fairytale-like plans. I commented how grateful I was that my father wasn’t alive to see the nightmare-ish sight in front of me, and that I knew it would have broken his heart.Īs I sat and reflected on the imagery, the utter devastation, chaos, and loss that lay before me, I was reminded of my own young life. My heart sank as I sat gazing through the windshield and I couldn’t help but brush away the warm tears that trickled down my cheeks. Hurricane Michael had ravaged my father’s boyhood homeplace, the place we always came “home” too! It seemed unfathomable that it would never look the same again as it had been rendered all but unrecognizable. A visual example of ruin and destruction sprawled in front of me. ![]() The endless mounds of rubble and debris lined the narrow street of what had once been the site of many of my fondest childhood memories.
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