Well, tomorrow will be one month since my whole life got turned upside down. On June 20th, Southern Alberta was hit by flash flooding and many people were affected by these floods. A lot of damage was done and people have lost so much, many having lost everything but their lives and the clothes on their backs.
Greg and I were among the ones who have lost a lot but we were blessed and lucky because we were able to save our trailer (in doing so saving our home.) We lost all of our kitchen stuff, our furniture, Greg's tools (we still have the power tools but they were flooded so now they are toast) , Greg's clothes, most everything that you can think of that make up the day to day part of your life. My friends in High River (about 10 miles from where I live) have lost everything. Some of them are still not able to go to their homes to see if anything can be salvaged.
I sometimes get frustrated because even though we saved our home, we still have lost a lot and yet people keep telling me that it could be worse. I could be among the ones that have lost everything. I know this, and I do consider myself lucky because we did manage to keep our trailer. But having said that, it shouldn't discount my feelings about what happened. I was traumatized and my whole life went into upheaval. Right now, we are having a big rain storm and thundershowers and as I'm typing this, I'm sending prayers no, pleading, for it not to flood again. Yesterday Greg and I were playing a game.. we were panning for tools. In cleaning our yard, we found some of Greg's wrenches. We were digging in the dirt to see if we could find more of them. This brings on mixed feelings because you're so happy that you were able to find something only to be discouraged because they are rusted or broken.. It's hard. You learn to move on but the scarring remains. I do not feel safe in my home when it rains. I used to like the rain.. now it makes me worry.
People say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Well my friends, I should be able to bench press a Buick now. I've discovered that I really hate being called a Flood Victim. I am not a victim. I refuse to be victimized by this. Both Greg and I will come out stronger. We are rebuilding our lives together. We are building stronger, replacing better and we will overcome this. It may take a while for the scar to heal but I'll have a hell of a battle wound won't I?
My diet took a sail along with all my stuff when the rivers flooded but now I'm ready to come back stronger then ever. I think the flood has caused me to lose my mind or mud got in there somehow because I decided not to let mud win. So, how does one beat mud? One registers for Tough Mudder. www.toughmudder.com
78% of people who sign up do not finish. I plan to be in the 22%. I can hardly do the Mudderling training workout but I have a year and I will be a tough mudder! Hell I already am a tough mudder! I'm just going to face mud on my own terms. Greg thinks I'm nuts, some of my friends think I'm nuts, I think I'm nuts but I really want to do this. Mud will make me stronger! Hooyah! (ok not a seal, marine or any of those military types but somehow it feels right!)
This has been and is a trying time in my life but I'll come back from it stronger then ever. I thank God for what we have, for the love ones in our lives, the friends that were there and still are for us and for the strangers that decided to help. I thank all of you who have prayed for us.. I do believe it helped.
I am lucky.. I am blessed.. I have to remember this the days I want to give up!