It’s only fair that such a storm should have a woman’s name, perhaps as a reminder of what we, the gentle sex, are capable of at times! However, Irene is hardly something to be laughed at, as at least ten families have discovered to their cost in the States already.
I read on Tagged, on Facebook, Twitter and elsewhere a whole mess of jokes challenging Irene to come visit; stories and boasts from people who wish the hurricane to visit their home town, to lay waste to their neighborhood. It’s easy to make jokes when you’re far away, when there is no danger.
And now over two million people have been ordered out of New York, away from their homes, their possessions. A time of real stress and, for many, fear. What will they find when they’re finally allowed to return? Will their homes be ravaged by the storm, as we have seen in some many other areas throughout the States over the years? Or, perhaps even worse, will their homes be ravaged by something else, by someone else.
It isn’t just the police, fire services and other essential workers, who have to remain behind, who will be in New York over the coming days, the plunderers, the thieves will remain too. For them there is hardly likely to be a better opportunity to ply their chosen trade; so many people away from home, so little security for house and home.
Spare a thought for those who have to remain behind, to protect property and help those who cannot help themselves. And spare a thought for those who remain behind just to help themselves, to property which doesn’t belong to them. Let’s hope that Irene can tell the difference, and knows exactly who to whisk away in her strong arms…
Love & Kisses, Viki.