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Monday, November 19, 2012

Through the Storm


It has taken a couple of weeks to begin to process our recent Hurricane/Superstorm/Megastorm/Reminder of the fragile nature of mankind’s place on this earth/or whatever else you might like to call it. 

As many of you know, I was working for this event.  I almost always am for these types of things, but I think this was the first time I was keenly aware that I was supposed to be there.  This doesn’t mean I had some pre-ordained role to play as a hero—just that my inner-self knew that my physical self was supposed to be performing the role of my professional self during this disaster.  I knew what was coming.  Driving back from a wonderful conference in Roanoke where I made friends who have already earned the title “life-long”—I had a feeling.  I shared that feeling with some friends and co-workers.  I Sent text messages of storm prediction updates—including the 50% chance that Lower Manhattan would be inundated by water and the Subway system would flood.  I told some how this situation made me sick to my stomach.  Dread is not an emotion I am often filled with but in the days preceding this event it became my near constant companion. 

Not for what would happen to me.  But dread over what would happen to my community, in every way that the term applies. That feeling was, in the end, prescient. My colleagues were devastated in ways that many people still do not grasp.  Nearly 15% of my co-workers suffered major to significant or catastrophic damage.  Some lost everything—as though their lives were wiped clean off the face of the earth. 

This was, and is, a tragedy.  But the greater tragedy—the one I think that brought on the real dread—were the reactions and efforts of people who should have known better.  This storm was not a surprise.  We knew days in advance that the damage would be measured in historic terms.  Yet again, however, people that should know better did not undertake the actions demanded by their positions and responsibilities.  After the storm the reactions of those same people who “should know better” revealed to me in crystal detail just why I feel like a plant that has outgrown its pot.  As always, the lessons of the days before, during, and after the storm will serve me for the balance of my lifetime. 

For now, I would like to say how inspiring and heartening it is to see people brought together in this city.  It is beyond words how people work together to overcome obstacles and tragedies to make things better for those in need. I cannot help but feel that I haven’t done enough.  So many live and neighborhoods in New York and surrounding areas will never be the same again.  It is also humbling how many people across the United States and beyond want to help with the recovery from the storm. 

In the family that is “911”, so many people have reached out to offer support, physical donations or supplies, or donations of funds.  It is touching. These efforts serve as reminders that we here in New York are part of something much bigger that, too often, in our “New York way” we turn away from. As a result, there are things we do not know, resources we are not aware exist, and solutions that could be applied to the situation which are never engaged.  This is the price that all pay for the arrogance, ignorance, and isolation of some.  The lack of vision leads to a lack of options—the lack of foresight and planning and innovation lead to greater harm, not just for the ones—but for the many. 

That leads to the most important observation of all.  Although this place and those who live here will never be exactly the same again, it will survive and it can learn—can get better.  It can grow from the wrenching experience.  Anytime a community of millions is reminded that life is not permanent, neither a home, neighborhood, of feeling of security—then life is forever altered. It is in that darkness that people can begin to know what is truly valued—that new appreciation for life begins, dreams of learning how not to repeat mistakes of the past take hold and visions of change sprout from those broken branches.   For me, the same truth applies.  Given the gift of understanding and vision, I know that I too am forever changed.  Watching my employer and my community fail—being chastised for even suggesting common sense steps to address the needs of my brother and sister dispatchers—I just have to shake my head and know that, given the chance in the future, I will take these lessons and do better.  I know that I must move outside and beyond my too-small pot—and speak always to the need for people to do better—for communities to do better—and for the responsibility we all have to overcome and grow together—no matter how many well-intentioned but blind souls try to hold back the progress of time, imagination, and vision. During times like these, the dread may indeed be strong, but the resolve must be stronger.



Note: This post is dedicated in loving memory to all those who lost their lives in the Storm.  I also wish to express my extreme sympathy to all those impacted, many of whom are friends. To the women and men of FDNY Fire Dispatch Operations that worked, you showed the world just how capable you are and your efforts that night exceeded what anyone could have expected.  You truly are the Best Damn Dispatchers in the World

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