Hurricanes are Getting in My Head

Between Helene and Milton the last two weeks have been hell on the places where the hurricanes have hit. My parents were in the middle of building a new house in South Carolina when Hugo hit them dead on. It changed the landscape for a very long time. I remember driving down highway 17 passing miles of trees snapped off at about the 12 foot height, every single one.

It will be a while before we will have an idea of how these two storms have changed the topography since they are so big. But the earth repairs and regrows. The people are changed forever.

I got to thinking about where homeless people go when it is time to evacuate. They hardly have shelter on a good weather day, but what happens to people who have so little. It’s not like you can ride out a hurricane under and overpass.

Who knows exactly how many unhoused people live in the path of the hurricane. How can they evacuate? What about people who live off the grid? I am certain there were plenty of the living in the mountains. Who checked on them?

I have been teaching morning and night this week and will again tomorrow so I have not seen any news. Maybe it’s best for me to not watch what is going on. I still think about it, but I’m not getting the photos in my head. Praying for safety.