Hopefully, just like you, we here in Southeastern Connecticut had glorious weather this past weekend. Bright sunny skies, with just a sprinkling of some of those high, fair-weather clouds, delightful temperatures and a touch of autumn in the early morning hours before the sun was high in the sky.
I mention the weather because every news report this weekend was about Harvey and the damage and destruction it is leaving in its path as it saunters at a petty pace its way across Texas. From what I watched, and probably you as well, before becoming a tropical storm (again) Hurricane Harevy reduced the fourth-largest city in our country, Houston, to rain-soaked rubble on a scale and scope no one in the National Weather Service had ever seen before or imagined was possible.
I don't want to talk about climate change as a possible cause for the ferocity of Harvey and what that could mean for those who live in Hurricane Alley. That's not what I want to speak about today. We each have a recollection of a picture or a video clip of some unknown (to us) unselfish act of bravery and sacrifice performed by someone on the ground in the affected area, underlining (again and it can't happen often enough) how good and how kind we Americans are as a people, especially towards those who need a hand, or an arm and a leg in this case.
You don't have to have a helicopter or a raft to help your fellow citizens in their time of need. We can each help from the comfort of our own home. Right now, for the first time in months, no one is talking about red states or blue states because we're the United States and helping one another is what we do.
Here's a how we do it guide so you, too, can be a hero to people who will never know your name, but will always remember what you did to help them. Thanks for being who you are and doing what you can.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
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