Safety for all
When I first heard of Hurricane Florence, it was a Category 3 and slowly creeping north-west through the Atlantic. I paid it no mind, till it became a Category 4, somewhere inside the Bermuda Triangle. Within hours after that, there was an increased fear of many Charles County residents, that a Category 3, 4 or 5 could possibly roll up the Chesapeake Bay and tear our precious county apart, much like Isabel tried in 2003.
I live on a low lying shore of the Port Tobacco River. My neighborhood was in fear that at the very least, a storm surge and flooding could devastate our meager little community. I’m sure I wasn’t the only soul praying for safety. If the storm would have turned north after landfall, it could have been costly and difficult to move my camper to higher ground.
Florence remained a fearful Category 4 as I continued to pray. When it seemed that my hopes were answered, my concern was that the course of Florence would lay waste to my cousin Nancy’s house in Wilmington, N.C.
The track of Florence eventually took it right over Nancy’s home in Wilmington, then continued to Myrtle Beach, where her mother-in-law lived. Nancy’s mother-in-law said, “I’ve never left my home in 60 years, and I’m not running now.” Nancy and her family stayed with her in Myrtle Beach, 20 miles away from their own home.
Even though they disregarded all the mandatory evacuation instructions by the state, they remained relatively safe through the patient winds, rain and floods of Hurricane Florence.
My diligent prayers opted me with some minor flooding and buckets of rain, my neighborhood was saved. When the vast winds took aim on my cousin, I realized my prayers could have asked more direction, instead of praying only for my safety. I could have prayed that the storm turned west and went out to sea, saving all.
This “Old Dog” can learn new tricks.
Jim McDonald, Port Tobacco