You know sometimes you just have to get away. Even if everything is going well, it can be exhausting. I have been having a good bit of trouble staying focused and just making it day in and day out. I felt burnout coming on and didn’t know how to ward it off. Just in a rough spot. The thing about getting into those spots is that you can lose perspective of being thankful. I decided to make a trip to my sister’s house in Friendswood for the weekend, since it was my nephew’s 15th birthday and all. She lives in an area that took damage from Hurricane Harvey. I want to talk about what I saw while I was there.
Time: the only non-renewable resource you have. Once it’s gone—no matter how you spent it—you’ll never get it back. That’s why the answer to the following question is so important:
How much is your time worth?
It’s a question we don’t think about very often, and when we do we usually get the wrong answer. We often spend our time rather than our money, even when it doesn’t make sense to do so. My dad would spend a couple of hours to save a couple of bucks. “I’d rather that money be in my pocket than theirs.”
But what he was really saying was that his time was only worth about a dollar and hour. Continue reading
This blog post has been hard for me to nail down to get my point across. I have trashed two drafts that just didn’t do it.
Life changes very rapidly. Mine certainly has. It almost feels at times like it took off and left me, but it didn’t. I have watched friends and family lose everything to Harvey, and also go in to rescue others who have lost everything. It has put some things in perspective for me as I watch these things happen. The Hermits have all been affected in some way by Harvey. I myself watched my sister post pictures of water inching up to her car and house, but not quite reaching it while other houses and cars were under water.
It is a huge kick in the gut to see the people there suffering so. My first thoughts were that I am a very strong swimmer, and have done my share of board and body surfing in some pretty strong water, maybe I could help. Then reality set in that nobody is that good of a swimmer to fight those currents. Some boats are not even strong enough to fight the currents.
I will have to just donate money, which seems small to me, but that is really what is needed right now.
The thing about all of this is that the water will recede. People will rebuild their homes and their lives. Flowers will still bloom. Our friends and family will overcome this. It will take a long time, but the human spirit that is there will prevail. Just like the green grass that has come up with the rains, so will they. They will find their place again.
The unnamed heroes who have pulled people from flooded homes will work until everyone is saved that they can possibly get to. The people being rescued will forever remember when they were saved, and they will carry that spirit of people loving one another with them forever.
I challenge everyone who is reading who is able (and not affected by the storm) to donate something. Money, supplies, whatever you can. Donate these things in thanks for still having everything that you have worked so hard for, and in honor of those who do not. One case of water makes a difference. Everything does at this point.
Stop today and look at your yard or your neighborhood. Look at the grass, look at the flowers blooming from the yard and know that our neighbors affected will bloom as well. We will help them and we watch them come back.
I grew up on the Texas coast, only a few miles from the Gulf of Mexico. I was never afraid of hurricanes when I was a boy. To me, all a hurricane meant was days out of school swimming in the streets. I was too young to know I wasn’t immortal. I was only a baby when Carla flattened and swamped most of my home county, and the storms of my boyhood were all Category 1.
All of that changed with Katrina, even if I was slow on the uptake. Katrina devastated New Orleans, most of Louisiana, and parts of East Texas. Ike followed behind Katrina and trashed much of what Katrina had left standing in East Texas and Western Louisiana. Last year, Sandy ravaged the East Coast, and now we have Harvey. Continue reading
We’re really grateful to the Cameron Chamber of Commerce for welcoming us so warmly to Cameron. They hosted a ribbon cutting ceremony to bring publicity to our little business and help us meet other business owners, government workers, and neighbors. We held the ceremony last Friday and could not have been more pleased and surprised to see the large turnout!
Mandi and I had decorated the office house up in a patriotic “USA” theme, since it’s close to Labor Day, and Mandi devised an All-American theme of snacks including fries in cups of catsup (real cute), home-made macaroni and cheese, mini corn dogs, red-white-and-blue ice cream (I contributed that, thanks to Blue Bell), chocolate chip cookies, and cheese with US flag toothpicks. We’re leaving the outside stuff up for Labor Day.
Between our publicity and the great work Melanie Reed and her team at the Chamber has done, we managed to bring in a lot of nice, friendly folks. Of course our upstairs neighbors at Andress & 3 were there, plus Jeremy and Courtney from the Bling Box, Rose from KMIL The Ranch radio station, Richard Crowe and Glen Laurence (our wonderful bankers from Buckholts State Bank), Monica and Bobby Schiller from the Milam County Community Theater (of which we are a sponsor), Lindsey Vaculin and the team from the Cameron Herald, Gene and Rene Goecke of Carquest Auto Parts and many of Lee’s new friends from the Rotary Club, a couple of bonus county officials, and George, an interested neighbor who’d been following our Facebook adventures. Whew! Continue reading