Hi everyone,
Just thought I’d send out an email letting you in on our experiences yesterday.
Some of you may know that Nate and I were supposed to be in New Orleans this week to help the eXchange (church) team do Katrina cleanup and rebuilding. However, because we were out of town all last week, we made the decision not to go on that trip. Ironically, even though we didn’t make the disaster-relief trip, there has been disaster and need for disaster relief in our very own city. So, yesterday morning, we decided to respond to our church’s various disaster-relief emails. After all, we have a truck. We have muscles. We have no flood damage. And we had cleared our schedules because we were planning on being in New Orleans.
We called the church and talked with Sandy McFarland, and she put us in touch with a couple who had asked for some help. The first clue that I was not prepared for what was to come was probably when Nate had to remind me that it was going to be dirty and I should probably change clothes. The second clue came when we were driving down near the flood waters, and we had to pass through areas that smelled like we had just walked into a bathroom where you wished the person who would have gone in before you would have at least turned on the fan. You know what I’m talking about.
The thing is, since I’ve had no previous experience with flooding, I glamorized the whole thing. I mean, we use water for cleaning don’t we? I guess I figured that, when it floods, clean, clear water rushes in. Sure, when all is said and done, the place is a bit water-logged, but it’s been washed . Everything should be sparkly and clean. Okay, so I didn’t really believe all that , but I certainly didn’t expect our first task to be shoveling mud out of the garage just to have a path for carrying out the garbage. I didn’t expect my first shovelful to include a large, smashed frog. Or to later scoop up a drenched (dead) rat. Or to pick up pieces of cardboard and drywall only to have families of cockroaches run towards my legs. And the smell! I wish I had some way to capture the smell like cameras capture pictures! The best way I can describe it is that it smelled and looked a lot like port-a-potty muck.
At one point, Nate looked at me and said, “Can you imagine having to do this alone?” I was feeling so overwhelmed and had been battling a stench-induced headache for so long that I couldn’t even answer him. I am completely amazed and humbled by our new, flood-victim friends, Herman and Judy. Herman (who is originally from France) smiled and laughed with us all day. I think he was handling the destruction better than I was, and it was his house. Judy admitted she was a little out of sorts, but she didn’t complain. She was nothing but smiles. She said as long as her husband, grandson, and nineteen (19!) cats were okay, she was okay. The dresser we had to cut up and throw out, drawers full of ruined clothes, her files and research (she’s a philosophy professor), all of their household appliances, even the walls of her house, really don’t mean all that much. As she said, “It’s all just stuff.” She also told me how just the other day she had been reading about how, if you want to let the Holy Spirit in, declutter your life. She said that she had been thinking about simplifying and now seemed like the perfect time!
If you’re getting this email, you’re either 1.) one of our closest friends 2.) a close, non-Hautian friend who we thought might be interested in hearing our story or 3.) a close friend, in the Terre Haute area, who might be interested and able to help. So, I’ll end this email with a couple ways to help. If you’re not in the area, please pray. Stop reading and pray now. In particular, pray that people would turn to God in this catastrophe, and that their physical, spiritual, and emotional needs would be met. If you are in the area, you can pray, too. And here are some ways to help:
Do you have a car? (Yes, I know you do!) Judy and several of her neighbors had their cars washed away! At one point, I was able to help by giving Judy a ride to an apartment complex so she could work out arrangements for a place to stay. Maybe you could give someone a ride or loan them your extra vehicle for awhile. Maybe you and your significant other could share a car for a few days? (It’s okay. You can keep the nicest one.)
Or maybe your life could use some decluttering. All of the furniture in Judy and Herman’s home was destroyed. Unsalvageable. Ruined. Gone forever. It’s expensive to replace home furnishings. What do you have that you’re not using? What about that old furniture you used to have in your dorms, but doesn’t match your “grown up” furniture? What about that hand-me-down loveseat that you’ve been looking for an excuse to replace? What about the extra dresser you have from when you got married and you and your spouse combined your two houses/apartments?
Or maybe you could offer to get involved physically. It can’t hurt. Let’s face it…when it comes to messy, dirty work, I’m not exactly anyone’s first choice of work partner. Sure, I took a few loads of garbage out to the road, but I think just being there meant more to Judy than anything. For those of you who are handier than I am, there’s plenty of work to be done! I’m not sure if Herman and Judy realize it yet, but the house is probably ruined. There is already mold growing everywhere, and the walls have gone soft because of all the water. Yet they still need help cleaning and repairing the few things they were able to save. And this is just one family!
For those of you leader types, flood victims could benefit from someone coming in and giving direction. When you look around and see 25 years of life and memories destroyed, it’s hard to know where to begin. Nate did a great job organizing our efforts and reminding Herman and Judy to do simple things like go outside for air, sit down, and eat!
If you’d like to help out, I know our church has a link on the website (www.mccth.org ) with info about how to get involved.