Scenes from the Fourth of July
This was a crazy week. It started Friday night with a massive storm that knocked out our power. From there, the crazy train kept on rolling with: a touring farm bus at a backyard BBQ (so cool!), wishing balloons floating across the sky, and a technicolored clown riding in the back of a flatbed.
There were times I found myself rubbing my eyes to make sure it was all real.
My friends, it was all very, very real. Most real of all was the support of our family, friends and neighbors who helped us through 5 days without power, AC, or phone.
We were offered free room and board, places to cool off, food, drinks, generators, and support. While I am forever saying, “I can’t do it alone,” I fear, deep down, it’s just a defense mechanism for when I feel I’ve failed.
I suppose there is a level of irony in here somewhere considering this week was a celebration of independence and we were completely dependent on our friends to make it through the week. But hey, the founding fathers couldn’t do it alone either. They banded together and called in the French to help.
So even though it borders on trite, I’m going to say it anyway: the power of community should never be underestimated. It is, quite honestly, incredible.