This weekend I’ve been thinking about a man I met in Surfside Beach, a community just to the north of Galveston.
When I spoke with him in 2010, this man was rebuilding his house, which had been destroyed two years earlier during Hurricane Ike. Remarkably, it wasn’t the first time he had done this. Fifty years before that his house had been destroyed in Hurricane Carla.
He told me about tornadoes touching down during that storm, and how even though he was terrified and thought that the world might be coming to an end, afterwards the people in the area who had lived through the Hurricane of 1900 acted as if nothing particularly odd had happened. That has stuck with me ever since. Some people live through the worst nature can throw at them, and even in the face of catastrophe they thumb their noses at it.
I’m hoping that the man I met seven years ago doesn’t have to rebuild again. He’s been through enough. I know, of course, that some people along the Texan coast will have to do just that. But I’m of the opinion that twice is more than any American should have to endure. Leave the resilience to someone else, for however tragic that will be to the ones affected, he has done enough to ensure the mantle of resilience the region’s people can rightfully lay claim to.
Heal up, Texas. You’ve been through this before.