We came home Monday night to a flooded house from a broken valve. It has been five days of no air conditioning, fans and blowers, and workmen trooping in and out. It has been a little girl crying that she doesn't want to lose her house and another little girl offering up her piggy bank money. It has been a second pipe breaking and reflooding the finished basement and almost dry garage.
Our walls have holes in them, the hardwoods have to be removed from the entire house, our bedroom furniture, bathroom vanity, and basement furniture is destroyed, carpet in the basement and bedroom, kitchen floor and the latest casualty, my marble floor in our master bathroom. And that doesn't even begin to cover all the stuff in the basement that got wet.
The first night I felt disbelief at the amount of devastation. The second day I felt extremely grateful. We were all safe, the house hadn't burned to the ground and it was only stuff. By day three, I was feeling numb as more and more things were determined to be destroyed. Day four, I just wanted to cry and after the second flooding, I just feel numb.
I never will look at floods the same way again. It's amazing the amount of damage water can done and ours was clean water so at least I don't have to worry about some of the nasty bugs that could be lurking around.
I know the meaning of true friendship though as good friends have opened their house to us to live in as long as we need and the long list of friends who have offered their assistance with whatever we need. I truly don't know what we would do without our friends who are more like family to us. They are the ones who step in time and again when we need their help.
I know their is a silver lining, a good side to every bad thing that happens but at the moment I am having a hard time seeing this.
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