Tuesday, November 6, 2012
After reading the many posts describing Sandy's wake - especially in New Jersey - I am very thankful to be able to report that I don't have much to report on, other than life more or less as normal. We had another regatta over the weekend and I crewed with another colleague in an RS400. No major mistakes and relatively good starts. Third place overall.
I really felt for those in the Northeast and their hardships and am very glad that Baydog, Frogma, George and others came through without a major disaster scenario.
Of course there were people who lost their lives or their houses and many communities suffered devastation that will have long lasting effects.
I had an interesting conversation last night over dinner with a Lebanese friend that caused me to reflect a bit. We talked a bit about the ravages of Sandy and he said that a friend from New York had described the situation to him as like a "war zone". He said that for someone from Lebanon, that was a bit much. He wasn't meaning to belittle the real suffering, but he meant to distinguish between a natural disaster and a human-made war disaster. It made me think - living any disaster is bad enough, but how hard it must be to live a human-made war disaster - lasting an unknown and often very long time, perhaps involving enemies who were once neighbors. And no opportunity to come together as a community to repair the damage, let alone hoping for any government help - and being mostly ignored by the rest of the world. How utterly soul destroying that must be.