It is no secret that we have had some pretty intense flooding in central Illinois lately. Red Cross has been all over the news with images of volunteers helping people to get back on their feet. It’s all pretty inspiring.
But in truth… I am tired.
For me, the floods started 3 weeks ago. It was a typical week, working long days and yearning for the weekend. On top of all the normal busyness, it was the week of Evening of Stars. This is the major fundraiser for our Bloomington chapter, and the speaker was Amy Grant. It was an amazing night and Amy’s story was perfect for the event. The weather, however, was less than perfect. A huge storm system was slowly moving through central Illinois, dumping inches of rain on an already saturated landscape. I look back now and chuckle. I was worried about my hair being ruined that night. I had no idea that in the coming weeks I would be wearing a hat almost everyday.
There I sat at the table in my nice dress and super hairsprayed hair listening to Amy sing when a call came through about wind damage in Quincy and evacuations in Roanoke. As Amy finished her keynote address, Alyssa, our Regional Emergency Services Director, and I were in the hall checking on Quincy and Roanoke. The event ended soon after, and when I got home at 11pm, the press releases and calls started. With the last call at 2am, it was definitely a long night.
The next day, I found myself in the middle of a full scale disaster. Flash flooding caused more evacuations and more shelters opened. The Red Cross volunteer troops quickly descended on the chapter in Peoria and it was game on. We watched river levels, prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. I worked nonstop, learning as I went. We had flooding in almost all of our 39 counties and, at times, it seemed that there was no end in sight. The experts called it a historical flood, and they were right. Born and raised in central Illinois, I had never seen its likeness.
As the days turned into weeks, my son and boyfriend started getting restless, asking when I could work normal hours again and take a weekend off. Apparently, they are not fans of disaster response Erin who is seldom home. I have to admit, that I was growing weary of her, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but disasters in your own community can be hard. Thankfully, last night, the following conversation happened which helped me to get some things back into perspective.
My son: Are you getting paid more for working so much?
Me: (with a laugh) Nope.
My son: Then why are you doing this?
Me: Because this is what the Red Cross does. When disasters happen, we are there to help people.
My son: I know, but you are not the Red Cross.
Me: Yeah, I really kinda am.
My son looked at me like I was nuts. He is 16, so he doesn’t really get it yet that life isn’t all about you. He retreated to his room to practice his trumpet, and I sat there alone on the porch with my thoughts.
In the last few weeks…
- I have met people full of worry and anxiety who started to feel hope when they saw the Red Cross.
- I heard stories about families that were forced out of their homes and would have had nowhere to go if we hadn’t opened shelters.
- I visited neighborhoods without safe water to drink who would have gone without had it not been for cases of water from us.
- I saw pictures of communities working so hard to save it by sandbagging, only taking a break when we brought them food.
- I welcomed strangers from across the country who left their lives and homes to help in towns they couldn’t even pronounce. Most left Peoria as one of my friends.
- I answered phones during a telethon where people unaffected by the floods called to donate whatever they could to help.
Why am I doing this? The answer is quite simple. Because this is what the Red Cross does, therefore this is what I do. I may be tired, my family may be sick of freezer meals and the laundry may be piling up, but truth is, there is nowhere else I would rather be.
Me with one of my new friends, Dick. He is my favorite disaster assessment guy, and he left Peoria with a new friend. And please notice the hat, I have pretty much lived in it the last few weeks!
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