Hurricane Tomas has brought out the best in some of us and highlighted the worse in a few. Over the last few days I've seen incredible acts of generosity and humanness; people remembered for a moment that we are all humans and all Lucians.
I'm a believer in everything happens for a reason - we may not understand the why, when it occurs; but in time when we reflect we can learn something from it. In the wake of hurricane Tomas we can be assured that St. Lucians will no longer be nonchalant at the news of a coming hurricane or storm (at least so I hope, some of us are as stubborn as mules), our psyche will be forever scared by the devastation left by Tomas.
Perhaps we will be more conscientious with our building and indiscriminate dumping of garbage - I can only hope. Perhaps we will better appreciate how fragile life is and how easily the material possessions we fuss over can be lost, maybe we will learn some humility - that tragedy and devastation does not discriminate; that being blessed does not mean harm will not befall you; and harm befalling you does not mean you're cursed.
If anything we learn from this, I hope we learn to become better human beings and treasure every moment we have here; tomorrow is promised to none.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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