![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2yoedhc:
At the farmer’s market yesterday, was talking to my sister and brother-in-law. A man came walking past the booth, and brother-in-law saw him, recognized him, and then said, “Oh, hey, how’s your family doing, have you heard from them?”
The man paused. He was a stocky fortyish medium-brown-skinned man in a blue chef’s coat with a restaurant name embroidered on the chest, and when he spoke, he had a slight accent, and I realized, he was likely Puerto Rican. “Yeah, I heard from them all, everybody’s okay. Well, my mom’s fine. My sister lost everything, though.”
“Oh, no!” Brother-in-law said. “Was she by the water, or was it the wind?”
“Well,” the man said. “She lives on the eighth floor of a high-rise, right? Eighth floor! And she shut all the doors and windows tight, and barricaded the doors for safety. But something blew out the windows, like maybe something hit them driven by the wind, and then having barricaded the doors kept all the water inside her apartment. So she got like, two feet of water in the place, eight stories up. Isn’t that the craziest thing you ever heard?”
We all murmured in astonishment, because that is crazy.
He shook his head. “I mean, I lived there for the first nineteen years of my life, I know what it’s like and I lived through some storms and things, but they say, unless you’ve really lived through something like that, your imagination just can’t picture it. You just can’t know. And I just– I can’t picture it, I can’t imagine.”
At the farmer’s market yesterday, was talking to my sister and brother-in-law. A man came walking past the booth, and brother-in-law saw him, recognized him, and then said, “Oh, hey, how’s your family doing, have you heard from them?”
The man paused. He was a stocky fortyish medium-brown-skinned man in a blue chef’s coat with a restaurant name embroidered on the chest, and when he spoke, he had a slight accent, and I realized, he was likely Puerto Rican. “Yeah, I heard from them all, everybody’s okay. Well, my mom’s fine. My sister lost everything, though.”
“Oh, no!” Brother-in-law said. “Was she by the water, or was it the wind?”
“Well,” the man said. “She lives on the eighth floor of a high-rise, right? Eighth floor! And she shut all the doors and windows tight, and barricaded the doors for safety. But something blew out the windows, like maybe something hit them driven by the wind, and then having barricaded the doors kept all the water inside her apartment. So she got like, two feet of water in the place, eight stories up. Isn’t that the craziest thing you ever heard?”
We all murmured in astonishment, because that is crazy.
He shook his head. “I mean, I lived there for the first nineteen years of my life, I know what it’s like and I lived through some storms and things, but they say, unless you’ve really lived through something like that, your imagination just can’t picture it. You just can’t know. And I just– I can’t picture it, I can’t imagine.”
