Sandy Crushed Me
Federal officials estimate that 45,000 families are homeless because of Hurricane Sandy. That’s a crushing blow, and I hope that you, like me, are putting your money where your heart is by donating supplies.
Sandy didn’t take my home (Thank Goodness!) she only took my electricity for 10 days. Not nearly as crushing, but Sandy crushed me all the same. It wasn’t the power outage—that was just inconvenient.
Sandy crushed the image I had of my family.
Happy Family Preparing Together
Days before the storm, the media prepared us for potential disaster. With my traditionally positive framework, my teenage sons and I got ready for a “camping adventure” should the lights go out. Knowing that my husband would be away, I invited my sons to play a bigger role—be more leaders than followers. While the lights were on and life was easy, they were all in favor leading me to believe that we were standing side-by-side. What a crushing blow to be left feeling alone in the dark when Sandy started to blow.
The Cold Reality
I wanted to believe that my efforts over the past 8 years had helped to create empathetic and generous young men. Yes, my boys are empathetic and generous, I just thought they were much farther along. I thought that they would be able to set aside personal desires and support the family--
no, not the family, me.
I wanted to believe that they could and would recognize my hour of need as a greater priority than gaming and social media. They couldn’t and I was crushed.
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