When I first sat down to write my column it was before the events of Nov. 10 in the Richmond Hill subdivision. I had a great column prepared about the outpouring of volunteerism in the wake of Hurricane Sandy and I felt that was a timely tie in to Thanksgiving.
Then Saturday happened, and my perspective changed. Maybe it was too close to home; maybe it was because I knew one of the people who lost their lives.
Regardless of the reason, I felt that this column and on this day needed to focus on our area, our home.
I cannot imagine how these displaced people are feeling when you have to have an escort just to get a few things from your own home.
The work hours lost, the treasured keepsakes damaged, and the worry that they are all feeling. I am not sure how their children have handled this, I am sure mine would be a wreck.
To endure an event such as this, one you don’t see coming and cannot possibly prepare for, is life-changing. What I saw immediately after the event certainly changed mine.
People from all over the area, strangers to these people, immediately came together to see how they could help. How they could lend a hand of assistance however big or small.