Tuesday, November 20
In August, 1992 I was getting ready for my first job as a teacher. Just out of grad school, I had been hired just one day before in-service in the district began. Later that week, Hurricane Andrew hit Miami. Hard. Homes and lives were destroyed in ways that were unfathomable to me living in a land-locked state. My first day of teaching coincided with an urge to sign up to volunteer to take food and water and other donated materials from the Philadelphia area to Miami and help families clean up. But because it was my first day of teaching, I just couldn’t. When Katrina hit, my children were young and I couldn’t be away from them. So again I sat helplessly watching the images on tv and donating to the Red Cross.