The Flood

Usually when something major happens in the world I watch about it on TV for an hour or so, be glad it doesn't affect me directly and then move on with life. Not this time! Fortunately our home and our little city of Spring Hill sustained little lasting damage but it's certainly different to watch the TV and know that the devastation is a mere 30 miles up the road. There's a good chance that my first house in north Nashville was damaged - my street ran parallel to the Cumberland River. There's an even better chance that several of the children I taught over the years are now homeless. I have had a hard time wrapping my brain around this flood and what we would have done if the rain had poured 13 inches on our house rather than stalling 20 miles to the west.

This coupled with the threat of oil washing onto the beaches of our beloved Gulf Shores has me feeling a little blue. But I know Nashville will pull through...we were even the subject of today's letter to the President:

http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2010/05/05/dear-president-obama-471-wholl-volunteer-for-tennessee/