I’m anxious right now. It’s Thursday October 6 @ 12:30 and I’m on a plan destined for Chicago and the awaiting arms of my children and an 18 month old granddaughter. I feel almost like a refugee fleeing the approach of Hurricane Mathew as it takes aim for the east coast of my state. Meteorologists are saying Florida hasn’t seen the likes of a storm of this magnitude since Hurricane Andrew in 19. Even the three 2004 hurricanes hitting Central Florida did not look this ominous.
But I can’t help but feel like a deserter. I’m leaving behind my husband, dogs, brothers, friends, and colleagues to protect their persons and properties. Not that I seriously think I’m all that essential to their wellbeing, but I could stand in solidarity and share in the camaraderie.
My trip has been planned for a while; it has been months since I have enveloped Maya in hugs and kisses. She is learning an average of five new words a day: she is obsessed with coloring and is blossoming into an artist (something I value considerably) before other people’s, not mine, eyes; she is developing her own fashion taste and a sense of humor. I don’t want to miss these milestones just because I live 700 miles away.
That is why I’m abandoning ship. Please join with me in praying for the safety and protection of loved ones in harm’s way.