Not sure if you remember a rock band of the 70’s called Humble Pie. They were a popular group with almost a dozen albums – yes, I am really dating myself now – no CD’s back then. They weren’t my favorite band but their name is clever and I am sure that it has a story to it. Humble Pie is also a euphemism. It means that you have been expectantly humbled by an experience and are re-thinking your viewpoint accordingly. You “eat humble pie” sort of like “eating crow”.

Humble Pie came to mind this week because of Hurricane Sandy. Like most of you, Jim and I prepared around our home for the worst. We were worried that the large mature trees in our yard were going to come down and land on the house. Or, that we’d have flooding despite a sump pump with a generator back up. Or, that the high winds would wreak havoc and damage our roof or windows.

Thankfully, we were somewhat spared. We did not lose power and we had no flooding but we did have 2 beautiful pear trees damaged by the intense winds. These 2 poor things are still standing, but about third of each tree’s branches got sheared off. We are fortunate that these limbs fell away from our house and not into it otherwise they would have crashed through a window and literally landed in my bed. Besides dealing with these broken limbs, we had a giant soggy mess around the exterior to clean up that took most of this past Saturday.

The Kindness of Strangers

As my book tells, we’ve eaten our fair share of Humble Pie over the years coping with our tragedies. Our best-laid plans were crushed and overturned by the forces of the universe and fate. Just as the forces of nature and hurricane Sandy literally uprooted many people’s lives this past week. But what kept us going were our internal faith and fortitude and the help from family and friends as well as strangers that were angels who mystically intervened in our lives.

As we watched all of the news stories this past week about the terrible devastation that our fellow Americans suffered, we were truly humbled, and grateful that we were spared, especially when we expected much worse. I’d like to encourage everyone to open up your hearts and help as you can to those who were less fortunate with the storm’s wreckage. There are so many community projects that are involved in collections of both money and items needed for the storm victims, it is easy to help.

As I look at the photos of the storm I think of not only all the memories people had in these places. Just this June Jim and I stood on the same boardwalk in New Jersey that is washed away today.

None of us can predict when disaster will strike our lives; we can only hope that we will be surrounded by those who care when it does. My heart goes out to the families.