The Quiet Work of Rebuilding
A week after Hurricane Harvey upended our coastal world, I sat at a desk in a pale, quiet classroom, surrounded by an exhaustion that was heavier than the storm itself. We watched neighbors tear out ruined drywall and students return with nothing but borrowed clothes, proving that rebuilding always starts with clearing away the wreckage of the past. If you are waiting for a crisis before offering a hand, come read why the ordinary struggles of a neighbor or friend require that same "hurricane-grade" compassion every single day.