Learning Lessons From The Snow

Winter is upon us and the recent snowstorm in the Buffalo area was an intense awakening. So many interesting stories of survival continue to come to light. I love the story of the woman who gave birth at the local fire department. the pediatric nurse who helped birth the woman’s baby had earlier been stranded in her car. The man who dug her car free was the then pregnant woman’s husband. God works in mysterious ways is a maxim apropos here.

With media out in droves to report on the effect of the snowstorm upon families, businesses and life in general, one powerful theme threaded through the psyche of the myriad experiences. Pictures of folks, young and old, shoveling, snowblowing and plowing out their homes, businesses, vehicles, were repeated hour after hour news reports. Folks were atop roofs staving off inevitable, otherwise devastation by shoveling giant mounds of snow. Groups of people bonded to shovel out stranded vehicles. I love this one … people went door to door to check on neighbors who might be out of food, without heat or medications.

Snowmobilers brought doctors and nurses to hospitals to relieve exhausted colleagues.

Some folks exclaimed the virtue of Buffalo and Western New York by defining neighbors helping neighbors. What I noticed wasn’t stated, it was acted upon.

Color, race, religion, I believe, did not intervene to prevent an obstacle to the masses. I heard no reports of police brutality. I saw police personnel in high spirits aiding people indiscriminately.

Same holds true for fire and medical personnel. Survival was the theme song. Helping oneself, helping others, being helped all came together like a planetary alignment for the highest and best.

Yes, folks missed school ad work.

Nevertheless, people came out in their winter wear to toil and sweat for the common good, for the best interest of all. This storm made the national news.

Folks around the country got a glimpse of a region of our country we share together with folks working collectively. Interestingly, similar stories derive form areas of our vast country where Mother Nature brings havoc and devastation, be it avalanches, tornadoes, floods, hurricanes and the like.

When the 9/11 tragedy occurred, innumerable stories of survival, aid and deep loss was imbedded in the forefront of our minds.

We, as a nation of millions, came together. Again, color and race and religion save the prejudice towards Islamic folks didn’t prevent healing from taking place.

We saw pictures of neighbors helping neighbors. Sound familiar?

Sadly, many uninformed people believed that all people who shared the religion, not necessarily their politics and radicalism of the 9/11 perpetrators were guilty.

We easily forgot the pictures of villages, towns and cities abroad that have been and continue to be bombed. People are left homeless, businesses are destroyed, people die and are maimed in droves.

Do we believe that all those people hate Americans?

I believe a faction do hate us. However, the vast majority want to live without war and loss of life.

My heart goes out to those who died at 9/11 and to those overseas that have lost family and home to radical factions.

Will there be a day when those who seek peace and honor others no matter race, color or religion can live together?

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.