Over the last few days, I have seen things that amount to an all out miracle. I have been reminded of all the beautiful blessings that we take for granted on a daily basis until life is threatened, and we realize just how awesome this place that we live is. Every now and again, you see a person on social media with a less than generous spirit and that nonsense is quickly shut down. Quite frankly, people don’t have the patience for it. People are hungry for community, peace, hope, a means to help and healing. There is literally limited tolerance for negativity, divisiveness and unhelpful keyboard commentary.
I am a Native Texan. I spent a large portion of my childhood in the region that is currently under water, and there is no feeling quite like the watching The Weather Channel and seeing streets you have walked down, the shops you have sipped coffee, schools you attended washed away beneath a river that didn’t exist last week.
I’ve lived in Texas for a great portion of my life and have trekked across America for work and for love and came back again to our home in the Dallas area to raise the short people and grow as a mama and woman.
Because there is no place quite like home, the comfort and security of family and the structures that made you who you are. No matter how far I ran, my Texan foundation was always evident, a forthright truth regardless of where I went, who I met or what I experienced and because of that foundation it remains a source of pride.
I have probably never been more proud of my home state than I have these last few days as Hurricane Harvey slammed into Texas and threatened to submerge the 4th most populous city in the United States and the surrounding region under a deluge of water. After a rough couple of years, rife with discord, disharmony, mistrust and ego stroking, Hurricane Harvey set out to test what this gorgeous state is made of. It has reminded Texans and Americans that we operate under the same social contract to protect life, link arms together and do what we can to grow, rebuild, heal and work together to do what we do and make our communities places that we can be proud of and are honored to live in.
At the time that I am writing this, the rain is still falling. It has put our leaders to the test and will continue to. The call for help, assistance and humanitarian love is still ringing out. This storm has helped an entirely new group of Texans define what it means to be helpful, a good human and a hero. It has called up the Spirits of Compassion, Humanity, Courage, Neighborly Love, Usefulness, Selflessness and Hospitality. Neighbors from near and far have risen to the challenge and given what nothing else could — the touch of a human saying, “You matter, and we got you.”
This is the community spirit that great feel good movies are written about, and it brings tears to my eyes. The social contract has been signed, and thankfully, Texas has stood strong.
Keep stepping up.
Don’t let the news cycles discourage you from seeing the everyday miracles that are happening right now.
We are standing with you, Texas Proud, Texas Strong.