Wednesday, February 26, 2014
On Day 2 of the recent ice storm, I was unshaven and unkempt, at a friendís house in Moncks Corner having breakfast. I was fortunate.
As I drove along Highway 52 in the heart of Moncks Corner I saw vehicles lined up at fast food restaurants. The grocery stores were also full.
Later that day I was on my way to Charleston. But laying in my hotel room early Friday morning I kept thinking about all those people who were not fortunate enough to get out of their homes but were profoundly affected by the wintry weather Ö many of them elderly. Unless they had people to come to their rescue or other options they would have had to endure the difficulties and inconveniences brought on by the weather.
Our power went out about 10 a.m. on Wednesday morning and it was very cold then. I suspect somewhere in the 30s. The power would stay off for days.
The loss of power meant the loss of heat, the loss of light, the loss of water or anything warm for us. Wednesday night I wore more clothes in one night than I usually wear in a week.
I cannot handle the cold. I was born in the Caribbean and that is one of the reasons I escaped New York City and came to sunny, warm South Carolina. I donít know what the spoilage of food items is going to be like. I have to make that assessment later. The disruption was great but I can live with that. The tree in front of where I live bowed under the weight of the snow and ice and leaned over close enough to the ground to bring the electrical wires near it almost to the ground.
As the wire hung across the street in midair unthinking drivers zipped by, eventually pulling it to the ground. For a while my neighbor had a flash light pointing to the dangerous wire hanging across the dark street, knowing the damage a live wire could do in a situation like that. It is commendable of Berkeley Electric to have had the foresight to turn of the nearby power; otherwise the Lowcountry could have had a few fatalities.
In the back of our house we had limbs falling on electrical wires and the lamp pole holding up other branches and keeping them from falling. There is more I could say but that paints a sufficient picture.
But my mind was on those people who had my experience of no power, no light, no water, no heat and no place and no one to whom they could turn.
As I thought about these people my mind went back to a few words in Romans chapter 12 and verse 15. It says, ďRejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.Ē
Yet, if we look for something to be cheerful about we can find some. To drive along Highway 52 from Saint Stephen to Moncks Corner and to see the trees all dressed in the white of snow and decorated with a touch of glistening icicles sparkling in the sun was a sight to behold. I have never seen anything so beautiful, not even in New York City.
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