Hi everyone,
As most of you know, I don't really use this blog anymore. But I have stuff I need to say and I'm saying it here because this is the only platform I have that's not connected to my college.
I go to school in San Antonio. For everyone reaching out to me, thank you, but I'm fine. We are fine here.
Except, that's not exactly true. Not everyone is fine here. Around 40 percent of people here come from Houston, including my roommate and one of my suite mates. For them, this is hell. I can’t imagine watching my city being destroyed.
It’s what it looks like in the news. My roommate’s mother keeps posting these videos on Facebook from her 4th floor apartment, and it’s absolutely devastating. My suitemate described her mother and her 85 year old grandmother literally swimming across the street to escape the 7 feet of water that filled their house last night.
The headlines are not remarkable cases; the pictures you see of Houston are pictures of everyday people and many are affected.
I will admit, I come from a privileged background and although I do my best to care about the world’s tragedies I have never felt so immersed in something. It is not my place to be the one deserving of comfort in this moment, because it is not happening to me.
But I urge you, please do something. Donate. Donate your time, donate your money. Pray. I realize that prayers alone can’t accomplish much, but let your family and friends in Houston know that you love them and that you’re thinking of them.
And help me figure out what I can do. I feel powerless, and I’ve never wanted to help my friends more.
I came to college here less than two weeks ago as an outsider (being an out-of-state student) among a lot of insiders (70 percent plus come from Texas).
And while I’m thankful that my house isn’t underwater, I wish I could do more.
To those in Houston: I love you. All of you. And I hope you’re safe.
