The Great Big Storm, indeed. When I wrote this book and made the dummy last year, the effects from Hurricane Irene were still very fresh in my mind. A lot of my friends, family, and collegues were hit hard. I was inspired by the way communities came together to rebuild, and it was refreshing to see that among devastation, there was also hope.
Sandy brought on even more devastation this year (I guess she didn't want to be outdone by last October's snowstorm). My family and I were very lucky. We didn't have power for several days, but we had good running water and a gas stove...not to mention about twenty pumpkin scented candles.
Some people lost more, others lost a lot more, and then there were those who lost everything.
And yet we see communities coming together, we see politicians (at least in the tri-state area) truly not caring about politics even though it's so close to Election Day. Before we get back to normalcy, there is a part of me that cherishes the aftermath. Not the fallen-trees-and-live-wires-and-smashed-roofs part, but the part where time stands still enough for people to remember what is truly important.
I'll leave you with a few parting words from my Great Big Storm:
*Disclaimer: I occasionally rhyme. I can't help myself.
“Our homes might stand—well, no—they fell,”
Said all of them together,
“But we won’t let our heads hang low
Just for some crumby weather.”
“Some lost a little, some a lot,
And though that’s far from great,
With teamwork we can fix it all,
We can! It’s not too late!”
“Storms will come and storms will go,
And some serve to remind
It’s not about what’s washed away
Or the mess that’s left behind—“
“It’s about helping our neighbors,
And not losing hope—not an ounce!
We’re all still here, we’re all alright,
And that’s what really counts.”