There is a difference between a flood
and a flash flood.
A flash flood does not rise slowly or go gently into the night. It crashes and churns and destroys everything in its path. I was fortunate to only have my phone cut off and the main roads to town washed away. May not have service until October.
Here is the place where my friends kept their two beautiful paint horses. They got them out in the nick of time. The big watering trough is now down the road miles away, the shelter was smashed the iron fence ripped out along with several large trees, and the flat bed trailer has yet to be found.
Please take a moment to send good thoughts for strength to endure, to those who might have lost family members, or animals, or there entire homes in this disaster.
It is a reality check on what is important, and lets you know who you friends really are. My thanks to them and to my sister Kathy and my brother-in-law Steve.
gini
face book Gini Rifkin/author
