A Small Disaster Reminds Us To Be Grateful
My husband and i have been thinking again of all those in India and in several other parts of the world who suffered in so many ways during the past year's floods and their aftermath. Because of something that recently happened to us. Sometime ago, there was some damage and blockage to our building's pipes when someone used their washing machine one afternoon, and the obstruction led to soapy water backing up and resulting in the flooding-completely silently-of one of our bathrooms of our lowest floor apartment-the water creeping on and outwards; flooding our entire living room and part of the study We got up in just half an hourfrom our afternoon nap-but the damage was cardboard cartons of books waiting to be sent to schools and libraries in Ladakh, soaking them. It seeped through two mattresses we have for extra guests. It climbed about three inches up and around all wooden furniture. My husband and i, both in our 60s, became exhausted with all the bending and mopping up,and only found someone to help after we had been slogging for almost two hours, lifting big boxes, soggy rugs and heavy mattresses. saving things, discarding others-itseemed to never end. We finally took a break for coffee and we paused and said almost together: "But there's а lot to be thankful for!" We laughed at first, about both of us thinking the same thought happened when we were on one of our longer travels together. That we caught it quite soon and could call for help. That the plumber came over quite fast-though it was a Sunday that there were workers available to repair the pipes. Thanthe damage to the many cartons of books that were piled up in both the living room and in the study was minimal. the speaking tree That no one else did their bathing or washing during the time we were mopping the floors or before the pipes were repaired... Whew! That though it was kind of soapy, the water wasn’t filthy, my husband kept repeating. That our floors ended up getting a thorough scruband then washed out once again with clean water. That we had the water to do the second And later we were grateful tharains stopped for the next few day:we had bright sunshine to dry outsave some of the books that got weThat igot to dry and give away sonbeautiful rugs that i had bought o various travels; things i really didneed, but had hoarded and had fouhard to part with. We were grateful that someone happy to have the dried mattresseThat we had no mucky, muddy, smwaters like people in so many placto scrape off floors and walls. That though every muscle in mback, legs and arms pulledand throbbed from the unaccustomedsquatting and wringing of mop clmy body is in good health. I could go on...
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A Small Disaster Reminds Us To Be Grateful
My husband and i have been thinking again of all those in India and in several other parts of the world who suffered in so many ways during the past year's floods and their aftermath. Because of something that recently happened to us. Sometime ago, there was some damage and blockage to our building's pipes when someone used their washing machine one afternoon, and the obstruction led to soapy water backing up and resulting in the flooding-completely silently-of one of our bathrooms of our lowest floor apartment-the water creeping on and outwards; flooding our entire living room and part of the study We got up in just half an hourfrom our afternoon nap-but the damage was cardboard cartons of books waiting to be sent to schools and libraries in Ladakh, soaking them. It seeped through two mattresses we have for extra guests. It climbed about three inches up and around all wooden furniture. My husband and i, both in our 60s, became exhausted with all the bending and mopping up,and only found someone to help after we had been slogging for almost two hours, lifting big boxes, soggy rugs and heavy mattresses. saving things, discarding others-itseemed to never end. We finally took a break for coffee and we paused and said almost together: "But there's а lot to be thankful for!" We laughed at first, about both of us thinking the same thought happened when we were on one of our longer travels together. That we caught it quite soon and could call for help. That the plumber came over quite fast-though it was a Sunday that there were workers available to repair the pipes. Thanthe damage to the many cartons of books that were piled up in both the living room and in the study was minimal. the speaking tree That no one else did their bathing or washing during the time we were mopping the floors or before the pipes were repaired... Whew! That though it was kind of soapy, the water wasn’t filthy, my husband kept repeating. That our floors ended up getting a thorough scruband then washed out once again with clean water. That we had the water to do the second And later we were grateful tharains stopped for the next few day:we had bright sunshine to dry outsave some of the books that got weThat igot to dry and give away sonbeautiful rugs that i had bought o various travels; things i really didneed, but had hoarded and had fouhard to part with. We were grateful that someone happy to have the dried mattresseThat we had no mucky, muddy, smwaters like people in so many placto scrape off floors and walls. That though every muscle in mback, legs and arms pulledand throbbed from the unaccustomedsquatting and wringing of mop clmy body is in good health. I could go on...
DISCLAIMER:
The views expressed in the Article above are Marguerite Theophil and kashmiribhatta.in is not in any way responsible for the opinions expressed in the above article. The article belongs to its respective owner or owners and this site does not claim any right over it.
Courtesy: Marguerite Theophil and Speaking Tree , Times of India