If there’s one thing I hope to learn while I’m in New York, it’s resilience.
People here are amazing. They’re facing situations, ranging from inconvenient to traumatic, yet it’s bringing out the best in people. OK, it’s not bringing out the best in hotel managers who are taking the opportunity to gouge displaced citizens. But far and beyond, everyone is showing kindness. Stories are coming out of people sharing electricity, opening their homes to strangers and sharing rides with officemates.
Despite my documented freak-out yesterday, things are going well. My spirit is picking up. On my walk to the office this morning, I passed a man who looked down on his luck, yet he was singing, “Every little thing gonna be alright.” It was a beautiful moment and the best possible way to start my day.
I got to the office and saw that a woman I met at a meetup group had sent a link to a site where you can volunteer for the city-wide cleanup. I quickly filled out the form to throw my name in and do my part.
Now I’m in my new place with an air mattress to sleep on, a toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and enough clothes for a few days. I also have water, electricity and Internet, so I’m very fortunate. There’s no overhead light in my room, so I joked that I’m having a sympathy blackout for those downtown. I know it’s not the same as people who have no power in their entire apartment. I’m sure in a place to feel grateful.
“Every little thing’s gonna be alright.”