“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
(images of a very hungry and grateful blue jay / Julie Cook / 2014)
Everyone, ehm, every living creature, needs a helping hand at some time or other.
Just as in the case of this blue jay enjoying a welcomed piece of cornbread as his world, in the now icy white, is offering little in the way of sustenance.
And so it is, on this, the day after the winter storm debacle in Georgia—more specifically, Atlanta, which is the witness to the offerings of kindness from one to another. . .
such is today’s tale.
Oh I am certain we could add to the dirge of woesomeness, that of Alabama and most likely Mississippi, but my news world has been exceedingly limited during the past 36 hours due entirely to the misery of my state—and in particular the capital of this gracious state, Atlanta.
Has anything else been taking place outside of the state in the last 36 hours other than a winter storm? Seriously, we haven’t heard.
Oh the anger.
Oh the blame.
People stuck in the snow and ice impacted gridlock for hours–12 hours, 16 hours, 20 hours, 24 hours only to abandon their gas deprived, ice immobile vehicles to walk the treacherous interstates in search of home, a safe haven, help. . .
Both Mayor and Governor now battling the media.
The Department of Transportation battling the media and now the public.
The National Weather Service battling the media and now the Governor and Mayor.
School Systems defending the decision of holding school despite the news of potential, repeat potential, winter weather to the parents who are now beyond irate as children were stuck on school buses for 12 to 16 hours, or had to remain at school over night.
Sadly on this now sunny, potentially thawing day, the blame game begins.
The finger pointing.
Is the rest of the country thinking us to be idiots?
I hope not, we do the best we can.
Yet in the midst of all the negatives, all the seemingly poor choices, the failures, the lack ofs— emerges the best of human beings.
The stories which will no less continue for weeks to come— but it is those stories which are first appearing, the stories needed to act as the soothing balm for our negative weary souls.
The stories of:
The firefighters who welcomed in the cold, lost night wanders who arrived unannounced, all on foot, having long abandoned cars in search of a safe haven. They gave up beds and food for the strangers–offering warmth, protection, assurance.
The truckers who aided the young pregnant woman stuck in her car for 12 hours without food or water, let along a bathroom break. Aiding her in climbing over a 7 foot tall highway wall to an awaiting rescue vehicle. They took tool boxes from their big rigs, stacking them up to create a makeshift stairway up, over and down the wall.
The tales of the babies born in the gridlocked cold cars all through the icy night–delivered by total strangers.
The two strangers united with the one intent of service. They meet along the side of the highway, one pulling a sled and cooler full of food– the other caring a cooler full of sandwiches–distributing food, water, and kindness to frightened weary travels.
The news reporter, who was prepped to report on the gridlock, finds a family–mom, dad, and their 2 year old and 6 month old daughters, all who had been in the family van overnight without any food or drink. The reporter, an avid backpacker, had foods suitable for both children.
To the teachers and bus drivers who put their own families, lives, safety, comfort aside in order to care for their students, not only during the school day, but all through the night, as kids were either stuck in a bus in the midst of the slick icy nightmare or hunkered down for a long night at school.
Would you like to entertain 600 teenagers who can’t go home, who are tired and of ill disposition all night long? Would you want to comfort the elementary kids who just want their moms and dads, their beds, their warmth—all night long? Would you want to sit, huddled with a bus load of kids on a dark icy road hour after hour. . .all night long?
Perhaps it is the adversity, that which is life’s counter balance, which serves as a reminder to us all of our humanity, our capacity to care—to care for complete strangers. Echoes of “when, when did we see you naked and cloth you, when did we see you hungry and feed you. . .?”
All along a cold icy interstate–all through the rages of a winter’s storm—-that’s when.
Is it the calamity of life, those times of trial which test our fortitude, our sanity, our souls? Are these the types of situations which reach down to our very core–those which speak to our true humaneness and our ability to connect with other living beings? Is it during such times when we are the better, not the worst? When we shine and are not shattered?
In the coming days as Atlanta, and really the entire State, attempts to defend the choices of actions taken or not. . .as a State tries to explain to a Nation why 3 inches of snow, coupled by a sheet of ice, can put an entire region on hold, as officials hem and haw, as visitors vow never to return. . . may we all be reminded of the good which, just as the soon to be blooming bulbs breaking forth out of the cold barren ground signals to us all that wonder and joy can come from a long bleak cold winter, that it is in the depths of adversity and calamity where our realness and our goodness—our true identities, resides.
As those of you who have no doubt seen and heard the stories of “Snow Jam 2014”– of what seems to be the ineptitude of another Southern State which can’t seem to get its act together in winter weather, you must know that there was and is much more happening than mere gridlock and state and city officials scrambling for explanations—human beings were / are shining, goodness was / is taking place, kindness was / is the real issue at hand.
Perhaps we may not be able to handle ice and snow, but we will be there for you in a pinch, in a crisis, in a disaster as our Southern hospitality and tenacity, which are forged in the depths of the southern heat and red clay, is not only intact but it rises to the occasion in order to rescue, to comfort, to reassure, to defend, to care for–we will give you our beds, our food, our graciousness. . .but most importantly—we will give you ourselves.
I think the blame is in direct proportion to the increasing dependency we have on “public services” to take care of us. But also, in the case of Atlanta, not too many people have experience with a lot of snow and ice.
Growing up in NY, the situation is different. It takes 4-6 inches before the schools will consider closing. The people are used to preparing for storms and possible power outages.
In many ways, I enjoy these times where we’re off the grid, neighbors are out in the street, TV’s are inaccessible, and we talk to each other again. It’s good to know that people on your block can help you and that you can help them.
these are the stories I prefer to the usual robberies, murder and mayhem –that’s for certain!!
Lol, yes, Atlanta has its share of those!
Don’t you just love those stories of goodness in the midst of misery?! God bless all those people who stepped and up and in to help the helpless!!! And does the media play those stories up? Oh heck no! All they do is show all the negative and disastrous elements. I’m so sorry that your area is suffering so. I do hope you and yours are okay. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
Oh so true–the good stories make the bad things certainly bearable. I will admit that the local big 3 network affiliates, after the 36 hour round the clock news marathon about the snow/ ice debacle, did air the feel good stories. Of course it is difficult not to when you spend the majority of the news marathon casting blame or redirecting blame—first the mayor, then the governor, next the school systems and even the poor national weather service—last time I checked weather was never an exact science and just when you think you’ve got if figured out, something totally opposite will occur!!
No one is to blame when Mother Nature does something on her own time and distance–countering the best laid guesses of mice and men!! 😉
I really hate it for all of the people that got stranded or had to spend the night away from home in the cold. A lot of people came to the rescue of those they didn’t know, it was great!
Love the blue jay pictures! Our snow is nearly all gone, only on the north side of the mountain is there snow.