Tulip

Didn't have a photo of a tulip so used an orchid instead.

Tulip

While I drove my car among the increased traffic, I listened to Tulip speak of the adversity of the calamitous event of her recent weeks. How the wild storm had struck causing much destruction, wrecking the lives of many families.

“I have never felt so useless, or helpless, in my entire life. There wasn't any way I was able to rescue my son, and his family. There I lay in my comfortable, safe bed, my home not surrounded by rushing flood waters within spitting distance. I was dry. I had electricity most of the time. I had food to eat. I went to bed with a full stomach. The ting I missed most was my cup of tea. I'm thankful for the flask of hot water you brought over. And the cooked meal you supplied.

But each night I went to bed, tears flowed to soak my pillow, because I felt unworthy as a mother, for I knew my son, and his family, were starving. Going to be with groaning, empty stomachs. I was stressed because I couldn't cook a meal to send over to them. They had no drinking water, or electricity. Luckily they have a swimming pool in which they could bathe. The first day they are able to cross the bridge I'll have a hot meal ready, waiting for them.”

I brought the car to a stop at her home to find the family waiting for her to come home. Even though she wanted to have the food taken inside to feed them, she had time to stop, say thank you, before going inside with her family.