Another resident asked for assistance to help complete houses, his included, that would be sustainable following a disaster such as that of May 20.
His home, although experimental, is made of concrete and will be equipped with solar panels and would have its own water supply. Simple things that, in the event of another disaster, would keep him and his family afloat, at least temporarily.
A few nights later, I realized as I was driving through a neighborhood hit by the Moore tornado that although some people have somewhat recovered or have began the phases of recovery, others are still struggling.
It’s nice to see the construction. It’s nice to see the resiliency of my neighbors.
But some of them are still having a hard time grasping that, indeed, their lives got picked up and tossed around in only a few minutes.
A friend of mine told me that even though she has a new home, she lacks closure and said everything is still a blur — almost eight months later.
So, I’ve resigned myself that while I’m in the grocery store, not buying lady fingers mind you, that I’ll make more of an effort to smile, look other customers in the eye and go above and beyond being nice.
The one thing about this tornado business is that very few people walk around with a shirt that proclaims they are a May 20 survivor.
I’ll never know if the checkout clerk lost everything. I’ll never know if the lady who cut in front of me in line dreams of having a new sidewalk in front of her rebuilt home.
All I know is that I can smile. I can make polite conversation. I can open a door or even offer to let someone officially cut in line in front of me at the grocery store.