when storms hit

As I find myself suddenly in a bit of a disaster zone, yet safe and sound with a roof over my head, I joined others signing up to help with the Red Cross efforts today. It was a pleasant surprise to see the sheer number of folks who turned up for the training session. I was also interested in their display of uniforms and equipment from the past. The need for disaster aid is certainly something that crosses many boundaries, I suppose–time being one of the least . . .