Mar 5th, 2012 | By | Category: Senior Moments Blog

Pain and Loss From Storms

If you are one of those who has been hit by the huge and unforgiving storms of the last several days, you are not likely reading this column today.  Your household has been totally devastated.  Your heart is broken.  Your life is in shambles.  Your family, hopefully, will have survived.  For those who lost loved ones, it is a hurt beyond words.

Everything in and about your life has been tragically and terribly altered.  It is impossible to make sense of it. Neighbors,  like you, wander through the field of disaster in a daze.  An old man clutches his pet and cries.  A child is the only member of her family left alive.  Every school in one town is in total disrepair.  There is nothing but litter and pieces and parts scattered everywhere.  With the deluge of stuff in mounds everywhere, there is not much hope, not much promise.

It taxes one’s imagination to fathom what happens next.  Sorting through the debris, a keep sake here, a photo there, a remnant there.  The shock shakes the very foundations of one’s soul.  And, now there is a forecast of snow.

The Compassion of Caring

Meanwhile, elsewhere life goes on.  The rest of us wonder how would we feel, how would we adjust to being the victim of such a horrendous act of nature?  They  who are now counted among those who have lost virtually everything, but each other, cling especially close now.

Sorting through the debris will never bring it back like it was.  How precious were so many things, now the closest thing to you is your heartbeat.  You are alive, your heart still beats.

For those of us who look upon the scene via Internet or television, we can only try to grasp the deep hurt, the abiding pain, the sheer magnitude of your devastated lives.  We can also wonder, who will be next?  The season has only just begun.  We recognize we are all kindred now in this tragic  scene played out on the fields of our dreams and the homes of our hopes.  Whatever those of us can do, we must do.  No one knows “for whom the bell tolls” next.  We are all vulnerable.  We, like those, still picking through the debris, a possible target.

It is ours to show compassion.  It is ours to be present.  It is ours to demonstrate the Samaritan spirit.  If we can do nothing more than sort through the debris with our neighbor, we can do that.  If we can do nothing more than offer a “cup of cold water,” we can offer that.  If we can be nothing more than a shoulder, someone to hold on to a friend as they cry from their depths, we can do that.

Sorting through the debris is more than picking up bits and pieces, it is helping another human being know that someone is there with them, that someone cares, that someone shares their pain.

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