Everything’s Gone! | #HurricaneMatthew

For those of you who have been subscribers for some time, you know that we lived in North Carolina for 12 years. It is where my children see themselves as being from since they spend most of their childhood there.

Two years ago, my daughter got married, and moved back to North Carolina. This week is their anniversary.

 

Last week, the area they live in was all over the news for terrible flooding.

While last week, the water in the river next to their house creeped up, they were spared.

Then Hurricane Matthew came.

Yesterday afternoon, as the hurricane approached, a pond on their property gave way and took out their driveway/road. They were able to get out just in time before they were trapped along the river. Their home sat on a dead end road with one way out. They made it out to safety. That is the good news.

I was able to get through to Jennifer this morning and see how they were doing. Their home is completely under water. They have lost everything.

This is my daughter’s yard and home.

Her driveway going to the house.

Her house.

All they have is the two dogs, and their suitcase of a couple days’ worth of clothes that they thought they would need.

They have each other. They have their lives and their dogs’ lives. The important things.

But I don’t think this is how they expected to spend their anniversary.

When they moved into this house, they set up renter insurance and made a point to ask if it included “flodding” simply because they lived near a river. They were told that yes, it included floods. What the insurance company didn’t tell them, was that their version of a flood was a broken pipe or other such leak. Not an actual flood. When they filed a claim from the FLOOD, their insurance was denied. No help.

Then they filed with FEMA. FEMA denied them as well, because they are renters and not home owners.

They have no help.

I have set up a “Go Fund Me” account for them, to help them begin their life again. All over again.

Like me, Jennifer is a huge coffee lover. She even worked as a barista at a local coffee shop before she got married and headed east. But now she doesn’t even have a coffee cup. A coffee maker. A Kitchen. A House.

This is what is left of their quaint little home. Mud everywhere. The counter that used to be a peninsula dividing the kitchen from the living room ripped from the wall and landed in the middle of the room. Even the refrigerator floated around the room and came down on furniture. Everything is destroyed.

This was their bedroom. Notice how the ceiling all fell in after the water receded. Complete devastation.

A typical coffee house cup of coffee costs around $5.

Won’t you buy her a virtual cup of coffee in the form of a $5 donation? Each of those “cups of coffee” will add up.

Every donation, no matter how small, will help, and prayers are priceless. Please pray for them as well as all of those who have been effected by this terrible storm.

Please GO HERE if you can donate.

And THANK YOU!

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