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January 21, 2005
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Teen Reporter
The flood of 2005
Well, the holidays were really over and things finally looked like they were getting back to “normal” . . . then the Miller curse kicked in! What started out as an okay, but really rainy, weekend turned into another Sunday from Hell but at least this one didn’t end at the ER!
Things were looking good. My sister Tara was packing up her hundreds of Christmas gifts and her psycho cat to go back to college and I was really looking forward to getting my own bathroom back. My mom just finished putting away her 1000s of Christmas decorations and tried to convince my dad that there really wasn’t one more crate of what he calls “Christmas crap” than she started with.
My dad and I finished off all the eggnog, cookies and scrabble mix and watched a football game. The dogs, who are so fat that they look like pot-bellied pigs, were starting to get really smelly again and the cat gained so much weight from eating all the leftover ham that my dad had to put in a bigger cat door which is still too small for the little pigs! My other sister was finally picking up her two kids and I was getting ready to go back to school and water polo and read more boring books that I just don’t get. My mom was making her famous chicken noodle soup . . . yea . . . things were really good . . . and then the great flood of 2005 hit!
It had to be a hurricane that hit that night. You couldn’t even see across the street! My sisters almost made it out the door but when my mom saw that storm she said no one was going anywhere I swear she’ll use anything to keep the girls here longer but it really was so bad that it was dangerous to be outside. So we all started to eat and then it happened really fast! I’ve never seen anything like it! Water started pouring into the garage, the laundry room, wet bar and then the family room. The kids were hysterical and started screaming something about a tsunami. My dad and I got on the roof to check it and I swear I saw a cow fly by! It was a real twister!
Well, what really happened was that the huge drainage tube in the creek behind our house totally filled up to the top and there was no place for all the rain to go but down the streets, down our driveway and into the garage, workroom and the house! We had a lot more than a foot of water in our garage and work room. We used every towel in the house and our wet bar but we were fighting a losing battle! So Marti and Lee Norris came to our rescue and brought their wet vac. It took hours to clean up the mess and mud. We were really a mess and freezing! We pulled up the carpet, calmed the idiot dogs down and finally sat down to eat the soggy soup. We were totally soaked and looked like we were homeless people in a disaster area. It was so sad that we all just started laughing! Of course my mom got out her camera again and I’m sure it will be another one of her special family memories she writes about. So, like I said, things are pretty much back to normal and I can’t wait till summer!
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I have a question that I really need an answer to so that I can try to make sense of why bad things happen to really good people, but I don’t think there is an answer.Why don’t these things ever happen to bad or hurtful people instead? Like rapists and murderers? Why always to innocent people . . . especially young people or parents who are needed, have great plans for their lives and have so much to live for and still so much to do? I don’t understand it. It’s not fair! It’s not right! It makes me sick!
It happens all the time. Just turn on the news and you will see stories about innocent kids who just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time who were shot by gang members. Why? What a waste! Or those poor little kids and their mom who were buried in the mud slide. How does anyone explain something this tragic to the poor dad who’s left behind? I can’t stand to watch him on TV. His face is so full of pain. He’s asking, “Why my family?” What do you say to him? How about all the people killed by terrorists in 911? Was that fair? What do you say to the kids who lost parents? How can that make sense to them – their parents were good people and didn’t deserve to die! Not yet!
A couple of years ago, we had it happen here in our own community where we feel so safe. Brennen DiMaggio was killed in an accident. And then there’s my mom’s friend with cancer again, my friend who’s fighting cancer and the other young kid who died from bone cancer in November. And then there's young Brett Downey who was killed in a motorcycle accident last year. How about my friend’s dad who was killed a few years ago while riding his bike? He was young and so were his kids! I’m sure there’s more that happened here that I don’t even know about. It just sucks!
Now it’s happened again to another really great family. They already lost one daughter in a car accident not too long ago, and now they lost their other daughter, Hollie, the same way. How much can one family lose? How can they make sense of something like this? What do they do? How can we help them? I don’t even know what I could say to them, except that I’ll pray for them and I hope you will too because after all the meals are delivered and cards are sent, that’s all we really can do.
I guess what I’m saying is that it can happen to anyone at anytime. Because we are never are promised a tomorrow here on Earth, we need to make the best of life while we can. Be nice to people, love them.
If you believe in the Bible, then you know that no one here has these answers because we don’t know about God’s plan but, it’s still not fair and it’s so sad. Someday we will understand why, but for now I guess, we should just try not to ask why things like this happen because it will tear you up and drive you crazy!
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