> I never met them...know very little about them...but today I rummage through the huge ruble pile that was their home. That they survived is simply amazing. Their trailer was ripped off the twisted frame, then rolled 3 times before landing in a heap of shattered pieces. Adrenaline must have helped her lift the tub she was under about 5 ft from the pile. Neighbors found him sitting in a stuffed chair nearby...white as a ghost & in tremendous pain. x-rays found several broken vertebrae. Their dog was missing for 2 days but finally wandered back. That dog was our constant companion as we sifted through the pile salvaging whatever we could. It's so strange what survived: coffee cup, a goblet, plastic toothpick container, 2 fishing poles & half the tackle box, rolls of TP, random forks & spoons, various tools and 4 four ceramic dinner plates...each found in a different area. We found one dresser drawer with folded clothes in it...and lots of wet, mud covered clothes strewed all over...some caught in fences & others in trees. Deciding what food to keep was trickle. Cans with dents?? Smashed dirty boxed food with sealed insides?? Jars with lids on but 1/2 gone?? Mostly the stench made the decision easy.
> With each find, I felt I got a glimpse of their lives and a great sense of satisfaction knowing I'd rescued a piece of their life for them. Three other trailers laid in heaps nearby. One had been rented by a handicap man who they found caught in a fence. An older home in the back had lost it's roof. The gray haired owner of that was the owner of all the demolished trailers...rental income he relied on.
> We were at one site. There were many others. And have been--as Dexter knows--and will be many more. Random, sporadic, devastating. I can't help them all...but it's the starfish story that brings me peace.
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