Images like this have made me cry this week. By now, you know all about the great 500-year flood we had in Nashville over the weekend. The damage is heartbreaking. The stories of lost friends and family members, ruined homes, and flooded cars is gutwrenching. We have a long road ahead of us to get Nashville and many parts of Tennessee back to what it was.
But beyond the loss, was something amazing. A community rose up immediately. Folks were putting boats in the water and risking their lives to help those stranded. Local media teams were taking chances in volatile weather to keep us informed. Within a 24-hour period, over 7,000 people had signed up as a volunteer at Hands on Nashville. And even still, there are teams of people who will spend at minimum, the rest of this week helping folks get back into their homes, but more likely, weeks and months.
Many tears have been shed and hearts ache as we watch those we love struggle with what will be a long road back to “normal”. I can’t help but wonder what the silver lining is in all of this. One thing is for sure…residents of Nashville and surrounding counties will never again wonder if we are a real community. Lifelong friendships have been borne and faith has grown out of the muddy waters of this flood.
I am so proud of this city and thankful to be Nashvillian.