Home really is where your heart is…

Yesterday a huge tornado ripped through the City of Moore in my home state of Oklahoma.  I felt so trapped living 1500 miles away.  okWe had lost power due to a huge transformer fire around the corner from our house and I was unable to be connected to what was going on.  I felt lost.  I felt my heart beating out of my chest with worry.  Worry for those I didn’t know and for those I do know.  I have a great friend who is a counselor in the Moore school district but I wasn’t sure which one.  So for a little while I was overwhelmed until I knew she was safe.  Turns out she is okay, it didn’t hit her school.

Tonight I was actually able to see all the destruction.  It looked all too familiar.  This has happened before to my great state.  I don’t live there anymore but I am still connected (hence my first marathon was there just last month).  ok2

You know that statement, “Home is where the heart is”.  Well as I cried watching the evening news I realized once again that it is so true.  I am who I am because I was brought up in a state where we knew destruction could happen at any moment.  We practiced tornado drills on a monthly basis.  We were taught that bad things can happen but if they do, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and get back into the action.  The whole idea of just wallowing in grief and not moving forward is not an Okie option.  I am thankful for that.  I am able to be a better therapist because of this resilient attitude.

I am happy that the world will once again get to see how we Okies persevere but I do hope we don’t have to go through another one of these events any time again in the near future.