Could Be Worse

The boys and I went out to explore our block this morning. It was a little chilly, a little drizzly, a little windy. There were plenty of leaves on the ground. Some larger sticks, too. Many of the shops were closed, possibly because no one could get there to open them.  There were a few other people walking around, but not many.

We were glad to see so little damage, glad that we had been spared power outages and flooding, and glad that we could get out of the apartment for a little while.

We were almost home when I noticed the tree. It was across the street. Half of it was standing where it grew. But the other half rested heavily on the hood of some unfortunate soul’s car.

Micah went out this afternoon to check on neighbors. He went up and down several blocks, but the car was the only property he saw in our neighborhood with any serious damage.

Lucky us. Lucky everyone in our neighborhood. Well, lucky everyone in our neighborhood except whoever owns that car.

Yeah, it stinks when you are the 1 in 10,000 who gets his car crushed by a falling tree in a hurricane. Or hit in the head by a falling acorn. Or who has the bad luck of having trained for a marathon you may not get to run. Or who randomly catches the flu despite careful precautions. It stinks.

But it’s also nice when you have the opportunity to be grateful that it least it was just the flu, or only an acorn, or just a race or whatever. It could have been worse. At least no one was in the car when the tree fell on it.

At least.

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  1. Glad your neighborhood was largely unscathed! We had a whole row of cars parked in front of our house during Sandy, because we’re the high ground with no trees.


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