Mon Nov 19, 2012
I looked at devastation on the faces of people we went door to door checking on yesterday. Some smiled and welcomed us in to have a look, while others are so overwhelmed with despair that word don’t come to them easy. We are set up at the bottom of a street on Staten Island where cars piled 9 blocks away and houses have collapsed and shifted off their foundations. Red stickers mark most of the house warnings of no entrance allowed. I talked to many who waited out the storm only because one loved one said they weren’t going to leave their homes and some were found in attacks with their cats and dogs when the water kept raising so high they had no choice.
Fema is set up 2 blocks away with the Red Cross close by. We happened onto The Occupy Wall Street Folks who are calling themselves “The Occupy Sandy” The low riders motorcycle club are our right hand with the organization and team put together to help out those in need. Donations are pouring in, trucks stop in front of us and guys walk to the back of the trucks and unload all the necessities needed for this largely affected area. Throughout the day service vehicles drive the streets while on-lookers start to come by with cameras clicking in disbelief. All night last night police patrolled and chased looters away from unattended houses damaged by Hurricane Storm Sandy. Electricity is getting back to a few of the houses but they are still not liveable. Cleanup crews in great numbers go from one house to another emptying home after home of every last personal possession onto the streets for the sanitation trucks to pick up. After a house is emptied, the crew goes in and removes all the tile, wood floor, rugs, and floor down to the joist. The walls are not left untouched as they are striped of drywall, or any paneling they once had. Most houses have a water line of 6 feet high in the homes, leaving only 2 feet of wall untouched to meet the ceilings.
Last night around an open fire pit each other was asking where the other volunteers came from. We had to explain where Prince Edward Island was, but most had heard of Canada and where astounded we had come that far to help out. After they found out we had a restaurant it was the only thing to do but to put us into the kitchen tent serving the food to all. The tent filled with those affected by Hurricane Sandy this morning coming for coffee or something to eat, all grateful, blessing us and saying, “your the ones from Canada Ah?”
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