A wise man once said “papa was a rolling stone, wherever he laid his hat was his home.” I’ve always considered myself to be a rolling stone in the sense that I was always on the move. But after this week, I’ve gotten to realize this phrase in more of a literal way. I was one who underestimated the impact that Hurricane Sandy would have on the island I call home. But after Monday of last week I was sadly mistaken. After being in a house that a tree fell on, in the middle of the storm, and everyone I know in the Long Island area losing power I was sort of stuck to either endure the cold in my house, or pack a few pairs of draws and some outfits in a bag and house hop.
After a few days of sleeping under a lot of covers, and only one cold shower, I decided I would have to become that rolling stone. And what I have discovered in my bag lady days, is that there are so many people I can depend on. I may complain about the fact that I still have no power at my house 9 days later, but there are people who don’t even have a home to get power back at.
The one thing I can take away from this experience is that when someone else has to be that rolling stone, I will be sure my home is where they can lay their hat, as so many of my friends did for me.
-Becks
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