I’ve been pondering on the fragility of life lately, the resilience of the human spirit, the kindness of strangers and the bond of community in times of need
The floods have brought back memories and some of the feelings of vulnerability of two years ago when we were hit with another natural disaster of catastrophic proportions. Not flood, but fire. That time, my husband lost his father. We walked around in a daze for a long time.
The water is currently threatening many of the stomping grounds of my youth. As my cousin and his family, whose farm is now underwater, have been battling to save their house & livestock for the last few days, their little community, where I grew up, is coming to their aid.
I’m ever so grateful to those farmers who were our knights in shining armour last weekend. They gave up countless hours of their time with no hint of frustration, even when their own tractor and excavator got bogged. I’m even more grateful to my Dad whose ‘rescue engineering’ and serious generosity is more than I could ever repay. And to my Mum who, as always, was at home waiting to catch her very frazzled daughter.
There are people all over blogland doing their little bit to raise money for those who have lost so much and I know that the recipients are so grateful.
Life can change in an instant and these things don’t always happen to people ‘out there’.
Although times like this can cause me to feel a little fragile & vulnerable, I am in awe of the generosity of people, the strength of community and more than a little grateful for those who are there to catch me when I fall.