week 35, post 3: exercising the imagination
While you're sitting at your computer reading this blog, take a minute and look around the room you're in. Look at the doors. Look carefully at the tops of the doors. Now draw a line all the way around the room at that level. See it clearly. Imagine that to be the flood line should a cat 4 or 5 hurricane hit your town. This room and all the rooms in your house would be filled for three weeks with deadly, filthy, salt water from that line on down.
Imagine your losses; imagine the process of recovery.
Try it again. Imagine the flood line even with the top of the lowest door hinge. That water, equally filthy, toxic and corrosive, would be there only 4 days -- the result of a cat 1 or 2 hurricane.
Imagine the process of recovery.
Try it again. Imagine your house is on high ground, and does not flood. Simply imagine that the roof is lifted and that 7 inches of rain enters the house from above, soaking 70% of all insulation and ceiling materials, plus 50% of all the drywall panels in your house, plus 50% of the wall studs, plus 100% of all clothing, carpet, bedding and upholstered furniture -- setting toxic mold growth underway almost immediately.
Imagine the process of recovery.
Imagine you have good insurance (does your policy cover water damage?). Now imagine that your insurance company takes 9 months to send you your payment.
Sometimes there are things so terrible to think about, we just don't...
Think about it...
Peace, Warren

1 Comments:
Hi Warren,
I saw some of the pictures on tv of what I guess are FEMA trailer camps. Having had to live in a tiny RV for at least 2 years, one where the roof leaked like we had a waterfall, and where some of my things were damaged, yes, I can imagine some of the devastation, but, I know more about having to merely survive....to get through the day in horrible conditions while others I know live in their comfortable homes.
I distinctly remember the day that one fellow parishioner dropped me back at my old RV from a Bible study class. She said: "It just seems to me like nobody should be living in your condition in this country, in these days."
I wasn't as brassy then as I am now. I was in such shock that I said nothing, just thanked her for driving me back from Bible Study....and watched her drive away to her nice cozy home.
You are right, we don't want to think about things.
Hugz,
Ritagail
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