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What A Bird And A Storm Taught Me About Caregiving And Finding Strength
Navigating life’s unseen battles
Earlier this month, I embarked on my seventh solo adventure of the year—and first to Saint Thomas, US Virgin Islands. I desperately needed rejuvenation from the stresses of daily life. I craved an environment to restore my weary spirit and reignite the flames that fueled my writing.
I did not realize my trip would turn into a wild one-night stand with Ernesto.
When I planned the trip in March, I knew it would take place during hurricane season, so all I could do was say a prayer and purchase trip insurance in case of hindrances, hiccups, and hijackings to my trip.
As fate designed, I met Tropical Storm Ernesto in all his fierceness, bravado, and glory. But before meeting him, I had a dalliance with Brown Booby.
Knowing and anticipating
The week before my flight to Saint Thomas, I knew Ernesto was also heading my way. Whenever I checked the news and weather updates, there were reports of an increasing chance of clouds and rain.
Like my sons’ Cystic Fibrosis exacerbations, we can tell when they are brewing and step up mitigation measures. Still, once the seed has been planted in their lungs and other…
