I can imagine for the next few years my neighbours in Marianna, Altha, Grand Ridge, Bristol, Hosford, Two Egg (yes, it exists), Blountstown, Alford, Panama City and Mexico Beach will speak of Before Michael and After Michael.
The devastation in these little Panhandle villages (where I come from, they'd be called villages), is truly dreadful. As the local news and for many of you, the national news, moves on to the next awful event, we forget that there are still people, 6 days later, in the Panhandle of Florida, that have been without food and water, let alone electricity, for all this time.
And as more and more photos come out, words fail me.
Michael came up suddenly. For most Floridians, even transplants like myself, we've learned to keep a constant eye on the weather forecast in the July - October period. But for even seasoned hurricane observers, Michael was fast.
There simply wasn't enough time for many to batten down whatever hatches they had, summon up the finances to go "somewhere", move boats out of the marina or move military fighter jets (Tyndall Air Force) out of the way of a speeding Category 4 behemoth. So words fail me (ask Thom, it doesn't happen often!) but a picture shares a thousand words.
As the news cycle moves on and folks outside this area forget about the devastation in our little neck of the woods, I'll be reminding you that there are still people here that need your prayers and your resources to rebuild their lives. You can donate money to Convoy of Hope on my Facebook page. They are in there before FEMA, Red Cross or anyone else to provide food and water. And if you need any other ideas on how to help, contact me. I'll have a suggestion for you - words won't fail me in that department.