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A Personal Account of Hurricane Harvey (Plus How To Help)

Hurricane Harvey Houston Texas

I was expecting a wildly different experience with Hurricane Harvey. For some reason, the soft, constant rain didn’t exactly match up to my idea of the storm.


Certainly, I thought we were going to get some furious wind and driving rain…for a day or two. I’ve lived in Texas my whole life, all of it South minus a few years in college, and I can’t recall devastation like this. Pretty sure I missed Hurricane Ike?


Big storms are always fun when you’re little. You get out of school, the monotony of routine is broken up and you’re in total vacation mode for a few days until it all clears.

Hurricane Harvey


My little Family and I decided to head to my Sister in law's to be safe during Harvey, because we live right on the Lake and haven’t seen how our new place fairs with a good storm. Leo’s diapers and pajamas? Check. My supplements? Check. All remaining food? Check. Dogs? Check.


We headed out on a seemingly normal, albeit cloudy, Friday afternoon.


Many of our family had gathered, true Texas Hurricane Party style. The entire outdoor fridge was filled with drinks. Beer, soda, water and juice for the kids. Crystal, a Family friend, mixed a pitcher of fresh Margaritas. We were ready!


Many empty coolers with dry ice waited on standby, ready for all of the contents of the fridge if the power were to go out.


But, it didn’t. It still hasn’t. That night, and even the one to follow, was just a smattering of rain here and there. We waited. The news promised the storm was coming. Slowly, slowly, its devastation would make its way to us.


I struggled. With wondering about the news and its true intention. To inform or to get ratings? What was true?


Well, on Sunday, the rain DID start in earnest. Nothing to write home about, just that constant drip-drip making the windows look like they’re crying and the yard turn into a miniature lake.


The night before, Daniel and I started to throw up. All night, we took turns running to the bathroom. My whole body shook from the cold that couldn’t be remedied no matter how many sweaters or blankets I put on.


When we got up the next morning, we found that half of the household had also been affected by the stomach bug. 


The truth is, we can help. All of us. By praying and sending love and GOOD thoughts this way. By sending support in the form of money to The American Red Cross. You can do so by clicking HERE. And, by holding your loved ones dear with gratitude for all that you have. 


The entrance to my Sister in law's neighborhood is flooded beyond what our little Honda Civic can get through, and it lends to feeling powerless to help in this situation. (Where’s that new Jeep I’ve been planning to get when ya’ need it?)


Through the haze of my fever, I noticed the news taking a turn for the worst. Images and videos of flooded homes, Women carrying their children through the flood and strangers helping strangers to safety. Hot tears pooled in my eyes, and I wondered how something like this could happen so quickly. And to so many people.


And the rain kept coming.


I know that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m thankful for a home that’s safe and dry, food that’s plentiful and refrigerated, electricity and time with Family that’s not full of fear. When the flooding subsides and allows us to head back home, we’ll be gathering every single thing we can and giving it to those whose belongings were ruined in the storm.


Stay safe, Friends. Wherever you are.


XO, 

Jess

PS - It's one of my goals in this life to be one of those people who uses money from my coaching business as a tool to help people in crisis situations like this. Ya' know, the person who donates 1 Million. That day is not today, but we can all help right where we're at. And, there are good reasons to make money doing what you love. 😉 

Jessica Bodin Blog

August 29, 2017



A mix of heavy and light & the rain keeps coming



I was expecting a wildly different experience with Hurricane Harvey. For some reason, the soft, constant rain didn’t exactly match up to my idea of the storm.


Certainly, I thought we were going to get some furious wind and driving rain…for a day or two. I’ve lived in Texas my whole life, all of it South minus a few years in college, and I can’t recall devastation like this.


Big storms are always fun when you’re little. You get out of school, the monotony of routine is broken up and you’re in total vacation mode for a few days until it all clears.


My little Family and I decided to head to my Sister in laws to be safe during Harvey, because we live right on the Lake and haven’t seen how our new place is with a good storm. Leo’s diapers and pajamas? Check. My supplements? Check. All remaining food? Check.


We headed out on a seemingly normal, albeit cloudy, Friday afternoon.


Many of our family had gathered, true Texas Hurricane Party style. The entire outdoor fridge was filled with drinks. Beer, soda, water and juice for the kids. Crystal, a Family friend, mixed a pitcher of fresh Margaritas. We were ready!


Many empty coolers with dry ice waited on standby, ready for all of the contents of the fridge if the power were to go out.


But, it didn’t. It still hasn’t. That night, and even the one to follow, was just a smattering of rain here and there. We waited. The news promised the storm was coming. Slowly, slowly, it’s devastation would make its way to us.


I struggled. With wondering about the news and its true intention. To inform or to get ratings? What was true?


Well, on Sunday, the rain did start in earnest. Nothing to write home about, just that constant drip-drip making the windows look like they’re crying and the yard turn into a miniature lake.


The night before, Daniel and I started to throw up. All night, we took turns running to the bathroom. My whole body shook from the cold that couldn’t be remedied no matter how many sweaters or blankets I put on.


When we got up the next morning, we found that half of the household had also been affected by the stomach bug.


And the rain kept coming.


Through the haze of my fever, I noticed the news taking a turn for the worst. Images and videos of flooded homes, Women carrying their children through the flood and strangers helping strangers to safety. Hot tears pooled in my eyes, and I wondered how something like this could happen so quickly. And to so many people.


The entrance to my Sister in law's neighborhood is flooded beyond what our little Honda Civic can get through, and it lends to feeling powerless to help in this situation. (Where’s that new Jeep I’ve been planning to get when ya’ need it?)


The truth is, we can help. All of us. By praying and sending love and GOOD thoughts this way. By sending support in the form of money to The American Red Cross. You can do so by clicking HERE. And, by holding your loved ones dear with gratitude for all that you have. 


I know that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m thankful for a home that’s safe and dry, food that’s plentiful and refrigerated, electricity and time with Family that’s not full of fear. When the flooding subsides and allows us to head back home, we’ll be gathering every single thing we can and giving it to those whose belongings were ruined in the storm.


Stay safe, Friends. Wherever you are.


XO, 

Jess

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