to this:
Despite the pain and suffering, we found amazing things in the depths of our souls. All over the country, Americans gave everything they could. We served, we lifted, we donated, we consoled.
This week, my parents' home went from this:
to this:
This was my home for about five months. It's where my husband proposed to me. It's the only place my kids have ever known as Mima And Popa's House. More than 1,500 other families now have similar stories, similar losses.
Just as before, I've seen our community do amazing things. We've given money, clothing, toiletries, food, time, and shoulders to cry on. In the weeks to come, there will be lunches, rides, places to stay, furniture, and help cleaning up.
I wish that we could keep those moments with us forever--those times that prove our humanity--when we lay aside bitter differences, because they really don't matter in the end, and get on with the work of helping our neighbors, building a stronger, more peaceful and loving community.
I am my brothers' keeper. He deserves more true Charity than he's probably used to getting.
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