|09-03-2017, 07:36 AM||#1|
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Cypress, Texas, USA
In The Aftermath of Hurricane Harvey
"There's more love than water out there".
That sentiment was overheard from one of the nameless volunteers who came to Houston from all over the South, driving pickups and pulling small boats after as much as 51-inches of rain fell during Hurricane Harvey. These men are using their own property, sacrificing their own time, spending their own money, and risking their own lives for one reason: to help total strangers who are in desperate need.
Many of the men come by themselves. Most are dressed like the redneck duck hunters and bass fisherman they are. Many are veterans. Most are wearing well-used gimme-hats, T-shirts, and jeans; and there's a preponderance of camo. Most are probably gun owners, and most probably voted for Trump.
These are the people the Left loves to hate, the ones Maddow mocks. The ones Maher and Olbermann just "know" they're so much better than.
These are The Quiet Ones. They don't wear masks and they don't tear down statues. They don't march, demonstrate or riot and destroy property. Few have ever been in a Whole Foods.
But they'll spend the next several days navigating treacherous currents and unseen obstructions in totally unfamiliar places, FYI submerged fireplugs and boats don't mix well, wading in cold, dirty water; dodging alligators, cottonmouths and fire ants; eating whatever meager rations are available; and at the end of their day, totally exhausted, falling asleep wherever they can in dirty, damp clothes.
Their reward is the tears and the hugs and the smiles from the terrified people they help. They'll deliver one boatload, and then go back for more. It matters not what is the political party, color, or religion of the people they risk their lives to rescue.
When disaster strikes, it's what men do. Real men. Heroic men. American men. When they have a chance to eat and have conversations with other volunteers that they have never met before, they talk about fishing, hunting, the latest bow or shotgun, or their pickup truck.
In the meantime, they will be up again before dawn to do it all again until all the helpless are rescued and their work's done.
They won't be paid or reimbursed for their expenses and there won't be medals. They won't care. They're heroes. That's just what they do.
“Ubi, libertas habitat, ibi nostra patria est”